Dedicated to those in rescue who can understand every word here and empathize to the point it hurts! You want to give up, you swear you can’t do it another day but you do because you have to. You look in the eyes of that sweet dog who might no longer be alive if not for your timely rescue and you go on, day after day….. I thank you because those you rescue have no voices to do so.

Rescued Dog

I Want to Quit!

I want to quit!
My health is bad. There are days I feel so terrible
that I can barely move. My phone bills are outrageous,
and I could have replaced my van with the funds I have
spent these last 3 years—on animals that were not my
own.

I want to quit!
I spend hours and hours emailing about dogs. There may
be 500 messages when I start—and at 4 AM, when I
finally shut down the computer, there are still 500
emails to be read.

I want to quit!
Gosh, I haven’t the time left to email my friends. I
can’t remember the last book I read, and I gave up my
subscription to my local newspaper—I used to enjoy
reading it, cover to cover, but now it often ends up
in the bottom of the squirrel’s cage—unread.

I want to quit!
I’ve spent days emailing what seems like
everyone—trying to find a foster home, help for a
dog languishing in a shelter—but his time has run
out, and the shelter has had to euthanize to make room
for the next sad soul.

I want to quit!
I swear, I walk away from my computer to stretch my
legs—let the dogs out—and come back to find
another dog in desperate need. There are times I
really dread checking my email. How will I find the
funds, the help, to save yet another dog?

I want to quit!
I save one dog, and two more take its place. Now an
owner who doesn’t want his dog—it won’t stay in his
unfenced yard. An intact male wanders… This bitch
got pregnant by a stray… This 3-month-old pup killed
baby chicks… The dog got too big… This person’s
moving and needs to give up his pet. I ask you,
friends—what town, what city, what state doesn’t
allow you to own a pet?

I want to quit!
I just received another picture, another sad soul with
tormented eyes that peer out of a malnourished body. I
hear whimpering in my sleep, have nightmares for
days…

I want to quit!
Many of the “Breed People” don’t seem to want to hear
about these dogs. Breeders either don’t realize, or
just don’t care, how many dogs of their breed are
dying in shelters.

I want to quit!
I just got off the phone. “Are you Pyr Rescue? We want
to adopt a male to breed to our female.” How many
times do I have to explain? I have tried to explain
about genetics, about health and pedigrees. I explain
that rescue NEUTERS! I usually end up sobbing, as I
explain about the vast numbers of animals dying in
shelters across the country, as I describe the
condition many of these animals are found in. I wonder
if they really heard me…

I want to quit!
It is not like I don’t have enough rescues of my own
to worry about—but others have placed dogs
improperly and aren’t there to advise the new owners.

I want to quit!
There ARE some unscrupulous rescues out
there—hoarders, collectors, and folks who will short
change the care of the animals to make a dollar. The
save them all, regardless of temperament, putting
fellow rescuer’s and adopters at risk but not being
truthful.

I want to quit!
I have trusted the wrong people— had faith and heart
broken…

I want to quit!
AND THEN… My dog, Magnus, lays his head in my lap,
he comforts me with his gentle presence—and the
thought of his cousins suffering stirs my heart.

I want to quit!
AND THEN… One of those 500 emails is from an
adopter. They are thanking me for the most wonderful
dog on earth—they cannot imagine life with out their
friend—their life is changed, and they are so
grateful.

I want to quit!
AND THEN… One of my adopted Rescues has visited a
nursing home. A patient that has spent the last few
years unable to communicate, not connecting—Lifts
his hand to pat the huge head in his lap, softly
speaks his first words in ages— to this gentle
furchild.

I want to quit!
AND THEN… A Good Samaritan has found and vetted a
lost baby, “I can’t keep him, but I’ll take care of
him until you find his forever home.”

I want to quit!
AND THEN… “Jamie took his first steps holding on to
our Pyr.” “Joan, you should see this dog nursing this
hurt kitten!” “I was so sick, Joan, and he never left
my side…”

I want to quit!
AND THEN… I get an email from a fellow rescuer,
“Haven’t heard from you in a while—you OK? You know
I think of you…”

I want to quit!
AND THEN… A dozen rescuers step up to help, to
transport, to pull, and to offer encouragement. I have
friends I have never seen, but we share tears, joys,
and everything in between. I am not alone. I am blest
with family of the heart, my fellow Rescuers. Just
days ago it was a friend who shared her wit and
wisdom, whose late night email lifted my heart.
Sometimes it is friends who only have time to forward
you a smile. Often, it is my friends who forward me
the notices of dogs in need.

There are Rescuers who see a failing transport and do
everything they can to find folks to pull it together
for you.

Rescuers who’ll overnight or foster your Dog while you
seek transport.

There are Rescuers not used to or comfortable with
your breed, but who put aside their discomfort to
help.

There are Rescuers whose words play the music of our
hearts.

Foster homes that love your Rescue, and help to make
them whole again—body and spirit. Foster homes that
fit your baby in, though it may not be their breed.

Rescuers whose talents and determination give us tools
to help us. Rescuers we call on for help in a thousand
ways, who answer us, who hear our pleas.

Rescuers who are our family, our strength, our
comrades in battle.

I know I cannot save every Pyr in need. I know my
efforts are a mere drop in a sea. I know that if I
take on just one more—those I have will suffer.

I want to quit!
But I won’t. When I feel overwhelmed, I’ll stroke my
Magnus’s head while reading my fellow Rescuers emails.
I’ll cry with them, I’ll laugh with them—and they
will help me find the strength to go on.

I want to quit!
But not today. There’s another email, another dog
needing Rescue.

Written by Joan C. Fremo
May 16, 2001

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