I crowned him King 8 years ago when I adopted him and vowed to be his faithful and final servant. He had 2 or 3 previous owners, terrible allergies and a few surgeries to have his skull mended, his eye replaced…and then again removed. He helped me to buy my first home where he tested the carpets to see if his allergies would permit. He faithfully escorted me down the aisle when I got married to a man who not so secretly disliked him. He sat with me day and night when I was sick for 18 months and unable to walk or play with him as he was once accustomed. He welcomed both of our sons into the world and our home. Even though the arrival of little ones would mean less attention and care along with erratic grooming and feeding times and regular relocation of his food and water bowls. He is a lap dog and I am sad to say my lap is full now. I hope somebody with the patience and commitment to his comfort will rescue him from daily neglect and shunning that is his life now. I am crying as I write this. I cannot have my boys witness this sort of treatment for an animal and think it ok. He may have Cushings Disease but has not been formally assessed and diagnosed or he may just be deranged from loneliness and confusion over the banishment and dismissal from the one who named him King and worried that after having children, I might find myself unable to love them as much as I do(did) him. This is heart breaking and humiliating, a tremendous failure of mine. I am no longer worthy but he is. Please help him find the love and care he deserves and needs. He is playful and gentle and so darn cute. He will sit in your lap for hours and sleep nightly by your side if you like.
