I returned Rescue to prison for the final time last weekend. NEADS has someone in mind for him and on Monday, they will meet and we'll all know whether it's a match.
Rescue and I spent a lot of time on the floor together last weekend. I'd snuggle in close to press my face against his enormous, anvil head and kiss the side of his muzzle. It's like kissing a baby's cheek. Sometimes I'd stay on the floor after he'd wandered off to peer out the window. When he'd turn back and see me still lying there, face down, he'd get upset. He'd paw at my head as if he were trying to revive me. He has big paws and even though his nails are kept trimmed, they'd rake my scalp. It hurt, but I felt proud that he was living up to his name.
Okay, so here's my silver lining to saying goodbye to Rescue: Now I can lie on the floor without being mauled by an enormous black Lab.
I'm not fooling anyone, am I?
Rescue's inmate, Steve taught Rescue how to give hugs. You kneel in front of him, hold our your arms and say, "Rescue? Give me a hug," and he'll scoot over and rest his chin heavily on your shoulder. At the prison while we were saying goodbye, I had to take off my glasses to wipe my eyes. Steve noticed. "Rescue, give Sharron a hug," he said and let go of the leash. Rescue trotted over. I knelt and wrapped my arms around his back. He was still and warm and breathing softly on my shoulder and we stayed that way until I finally made myself let go.