Age: 3 years
My name is Gracie. I am a three year old female Rottweiler and I was found on the streets of Miami, Florida--malnourished and severly injured. My hip was in need of emergency surgery, which I quickly recieved soon after being rescued.
The foster family that took me in during my recovery gave me a new reason to continue. At first, I feared. I feared they would be just as the humans who owned me previously. I feared they would force me to mate. I feared they would force me to rear more pups. I feared they would hurt me the way the others once did. But I was wrong!
Under the guidance of my foster mother, I learned to love again. I learned to play, run, walk, cuddle, and hug. The young ones were my favorites. They would run around and play games as I would watch and catch up when I could. They would brush me and give me treats as my foster mother taught them to.
My foster mother always made sure I was fed my breakfast bright and early in the morning, right before I was able to wander the yard with her by my side. I loved to spend time with her. She made me believe that humans were not all bad. In the afternoons, I would have my meal separate from the others and have my late afternoon walk before they did.
I feared the other dogs--all but one. There was a small Bully pup, Hope, who I quickly attached myself to. She was playful, mindful, and full of so much affection, affection I needed. I took her as my own pup and played with her daily. She wasn't as big as the other dogs were, which terrified me into fits. She was the perfect size. The cat on the other hand, the cat was not my favorite little critter. Small as she was, she was not an animal I could get along with, and probably never will.
My foster mother's name was Marcy. She brought me to life and made me happy for once, but she was getting sick. She couldn't take her walks with me any more. She struggled to get up with me in the morning, which was my favorite thing to do. I may not be able to be with her anymore, but she is the one human I can think of as a true mother.
Now I must wait for my new mother. I must wait for a new family to call my forever home. And when I find them, I will love them forever and unconditionally, just as my foster mother loved me unconditionally. But for now, I must wait with the others; I must wait for someone to take me from the kennels and give me a warm bed to sleep in and a family to love.
But NO CATS please.
For information about GRACIE please,
contact Grace Acosta - GARotts@aol.com