Queen Esther

Bernie was in New York and I was home alone, without any pets. A member of BAPR had found a Yorkie Poo who needed to be rescued from the Sacramento County Shelter. I emailed and called and said that if I could go Friday afternoon, I could rescue and foster this dog.
As you will notice from the photos, our dogs are not crate trained. They are couch and bed trained.
Looking through the chain link door into the large cement cage at the shelter, the only thing I saw was a tail wagging. The movement caught my eye. When I looked down into that little
face, I knew she was coming home with me. She sat on my lap as we drove home.
It was just before the Jewish holiday of Purim. So I named her Esti, after Queen Esther.
Esti was picked up as a stray on the street. She was incontinent among other things. The vet put her on antibiotics. On Friday afternoon, I discovered blood in the disposable doggie diaper. I called the vet and rushed her in. The vet informed me that Esti had huge bladder stones and required surgery. We made an appointment for Monday morning. The vet tech came out and said goodbye to Esti. I realized she was saying goodbye for good. The staff didn’t expect to see her Monday morning. I drove home with Esti in my lap. Esti survived the weekend and we appeared at thevet’s on Monday morning for her surgery. The vet couldn’t believe how much damage had been done to her bladder and he didn’t expect her to survive the surgery and recover. But, Esti survived and recovered quickly. She was no longer incontinent.
Everyone kept telling me that she would never be adopted. On the day I decided to adopt her myself, we received an email.
Someone had seen her on Petfinder and was asking if she was still available. The adopter was a single woman and has since told me that Esti saved her life. Esti is teaching her adopter the art of survival.