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Bluey’s Story (aka Burry)
By Denise AuCoin
Back in February of 2003, a nice man found me wandering and brought me to the SPCA. He was trying to catch me for about 5 weeks, but I was too scared to go to him. In the end, I was so weak and cold my little legs couldn’t run any more, and I think I was near death. I’m really glad he cared enough to keep chasing me. I’m not sure why my family didn’t come looking for me. I tried to be a good boy and all I wanted was for them to love me.
The people at the SPCA gave me lots of love and attention, but I worried about what would happen to me, because nobody wanted to adopt me. I had breathing problems and could barely walk. I didn’t know anything about proper bathroom routines, because no one had ever showed me what to do, so I kept having a lot of accidents. I felt really embarrassed when that happened, but I was too sick to figure it all out.
Then one day a nice Beagle Paws lady decided to be my foster mom until I found a permanent home. Boy, did I love it there! There were other doggies to hang out with, and lots of cuddles and kisses. Of course, I couldn’t play or run around with the other dogs because I was too weak.
I knew I looked a bit strange, with my big scared eyes and so much of my fur missing, but they seemed to like me anyway, especially Teddy. He even cuddled on the couch with me the first night I was there. Sometimes I would hear my foster parents talking about how pitiful I looked and how hard it was going to be to get me adopted. I wondered if they would send me back to the shelter. I really wanted to stay where I was, so I was the best boy I could be and hoped they would keep me. Then one day something wonderful happened. My foster parents told me they loved me so much that I was going to stay with them forever and be their Baby Blue.
I feel like the luckiest boy alive. Every day my mommy and daddy tell me how handsome I am, and mom even calls me her “Blueberry” and sings this little song I really like. The only time I am sad is when I think of all the other little beagles and beagle crosses like me who are neglected and abandoned. I worry about what will happen to them. I know my mommy worries a lot too. Sometimes she can’t sleep at night. I hear her tell my daddy that her big dream is to someday have all beagles treated with the love and respect they deserve. I’m not sure what she means, but every night I say a little doggy prayer that they will find someone who will love them the way that my mommy and daddy love me.
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