Yup, People Suck
Well, after over 4 months… I have confirmation that people SUCK. If you follow my blogs, you would have seen one in the past few weeks about a situation that I got myself involved in and just how much it has taken a toll on my life (and my finances).
Back in May, I was made aware of a family that was going from shelter to shelter and rescue to rescue, asking for assistance with their 2 dogs. The problem was that the family had lost their home and in an attempt to get back on their feet, they were going to go through 90 days of “transitional housing”. While in transitional housing, the family could not take their pets with them and because no one in the family was working, they couldn’t afford to care for them properly. When I heard of the families’ plight and hopes for a temporary foster home, I jumped in with both feet and took over communications for them. Time was not on my side and I was told that I only had a few days to find a foster or the dogs would have to go to the shelter. After finding out that they were senior dogs, I was even more convinced that I could save these dogs.
When no foster home appeared, I talked to the family about boarding them at a kennel. The idea was pretty well received even though it wasn’t their original plan or hope. I told the family that I would try to get donations and that I would help cover some of the expense as long as they were paying, too. As documentation of the ordeal and because of a feeling to not trust anyone, I kept the text messages that were exchanged. On May 24th, the dogs were taken to a local kennel. The family text me that evening “We just dropped the dogs off at the boarding” and next “we all cried an still crying”.
The next day, I got a message from the boarding facility in which they advised me that the family stated that I would be the person responsible for the bill and I would be paying everything. At 6:24 pm that evening, while at a race track in LaMonte, Missouri, I text the family with “I just talked to (name deleted for privacy) and she said that you had told her that I was paying for everything. I said that I would help. I am concerned.” to which I received “No, I said that you and other people were helping pay for the boarding. Was I incorrect when I said that?”. Ugh, really? After numerous texts back and forth, the family claimed that they were going to help pay, that they never said that I was responsible and that they missed their dogs and couldn’t wait to get them back.
On the 26th of May, the boarding facility told me just how much of a problem that one of the dogs was having with obvious arthritis, which I never knew about. The response was “Nellie has arthritis in her back legs. It might be getting worse.” There was no real concern for the dogs comfort or well-being.
Many months have passed, way more than the 90 days originally promised. Not once has the family paid anything. Only on one occasion did I receive a donation towards their care (and that was just in the last few weeks due to my previous blog and the fact that someone felt sorry for me). And who has paid and is still paying? My dumb ass. If you do the math, I am sure you can figure out how much it costs to board 2 dogs for 120+ days. Don’t make me do it because I don’t even want to think about it.
When the original 90 days were up last August, the boarding facility contacted the owner and told them that the time was up and that the dogs needed to be picked up. As of today, the dogs are still there. Yesterday the owners contacted the boarding facility and let them know that they would be picking up the dogs and taking them to Wayside Waifs, a shelter here in KC. Just exactly what I had tried to avoid. So, how am I supposed to feel? I paid (and still am) for 120 days (and counting) of boarding, just so I could postpone the probable euthanization by 120+ days? What the hell was I thinking?
I am filled with so much despair, disappointment and heartbreak. For months I have struggled with my own finances, stopped filling my prescriptions, limited my special events with my kids and eventually, I even stepped back from rescue, all so I could take care of 2 dogs for someone else. All because of one gesture, one simple gesture and thought that I could make a positive impact in someone’s life and that I could indeed, save 2 dogs from the shelter. The tears well up as I think of how I let these dogs down and even more importantly, how I let myself down. I always try to believe the best about people but this time, the damage has been done and I don’t know if I can recover.
People just suck.
*If you are interested in adopting or fostering Nellie and Dakota, please contact me. Both are senior dogs that are 12 years old. Nellie suffers from arthritis. Dakota is not recommended to be around other dogs, kids or cats.*