Well little Lowrider is gone. We had just called Animal Control last night to tell them to come by today to assess the situation. Jon was outside talking to one of our other neighbors when a car pulled into Lowrider's driveway. Jon approached the lady, finding out she was the mother of our neighbor. She said the girl was having some trouble and won't be back for awhile so she was going to take Lowrider to live with her on her and her husband's farm. I had just given him a bath not too long before she showed up so he was still a little wet when I handed him off.
I cried when he left. I cried when I went to sleep. Jon was so sweet to hold me the whole time and stroke my hair and wipe my tears. I wasn't crying just because I was going to miss him. I was crying because I was afraid he would be left out in the cold again. Left again with no food. Left alone. It's funny because before we had him Jon and I used to always make comments about how annoying it was to hear him barking all of the time next door. Then when we took him in, he never made a peep. All he wanted was to have someone there for him.
All I can do is be hopeful that his new home and family will take much better care of him. And tell myself that his mother tried, but couldn't even take care of herself. I prayed for his safety last night, and I prayed for his mother. Whatever situation she's in...jail, rehab, or whatever it may be that is keeping her away for an uncertain amount of time, I'm sure it's one in which she needs a lot of help. Pray- that's all I can do.
This morning I found a this verse posted by a friend on facebook, and I was astounded at how much I needed its reminders.
Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. -Romans 12:12
I'll miss you, Lowrider.