08/28/2025
It pains me to my core to make this post. Some of you may remember Rubble. He was a sweet boy I rescued from down near the Fla. pan handle. He was one of my earliest rescues, and one of the longest drives.
(If you search his name at the top of this page, it will pull up all of the posts, and you can read his journey, if you are bored.)
He was accused of biting the 3 year old girl in home, and was sentenced to die the next day, by the father and his gun. The mother sent me pics of the daughter, and I did not buy it. Instinct told me this was BS
I got the call on a Friday afternoon, and by 10PM that night I was on the road driving a solid 22 hours one way to get him. I got there to find a scared, half-starved, abused pup.
I got him home to find he had the absolutely worst load of heart worms, both I and my vet had ever seen. They were not only in his heat but in his lungs too. It took me 9 months to get him healthy, including countless nights sleeping on the floor of his room with him, quietly singing to him to help calm him down and bring his heart rate down, when he got to rattling too bad, trying to breathe. (Think Death Rattle, IYKYK)
It was a routine we did a half dozen times or more a day. He eventually healed, and gained weight, and finally was fully vetted, and finally let his guard down and let his personality shine thru. He was a sweet boy, with the best wiggle butt you had ever seen.
After many applications, I settled on a beautiful little family a few hours from here. He was eventually adopted in Sept. 2019, into his own family with his very own little 2 year old princess.
Rubble became one of my heroes. From the time I met him he was polite, and attentive. Thru all of his sickness, he never failed to give a big warm smile, and a wiggle butt. Even being contained for months on end, he was always a sweet, appreciative boy. In going into a new home, he not only settled in, but thrived. He became a protector of his momma, and his little princess. He stayed by their sides no matter what, and he never let a single hint of his past sneak out. He wasn't perfect, and had a lot to learn, but he went in happy, and open hearted, and never once let his past hold him back from enjoying a loving home.
It was this unconditional love and zest for life that endeared him so deeply in my heart. He had become my personal mascot for rescue. The epitome of what rescue can really be. An ambassador, if you will, for the difference you can make, not only in their life, but the difference THEY can make in YOUR life.
I learned this past week, that he apparently had a growth on his heart, that had spread to his spleen, and was ultimately displacing other internal organs, and even bending his trachea, so he was very uncomfortable, and had stopped eating.
His family was gracious enough to allow me to come up to see him this last Sunday, where I spent a couple of hours loving on him, telling him he was the best Rubble Bubble ever, and telling him how good of a job he had done raising his little princess, who is now 8 years old.
In typical Rubble fashion, even though he was sick, and uncomfortable, he raised up for me to pet him and leaned into my hand. With a few soulful stares into those gorgeous brown eyes, and many tears, we parted ways, saying Goodbye for now.
Run easy, Baby Boy. Love you Rubble Bubble.
B
