Mr. Fred

Mr. Fred

A heartbreaking loss for us…. we’d thought we could buy him more time, but he left on his own terms, in the comfort of a loving home. Our time with you was short, Mr. Fred, but we’ll be forever touched by your sweet spirit.
From volunteer Sheliah: Unfortunately, Mr. Fred crossed the Rainbow Bridge this afternoon. He was in the presence of loving friends, Chad and Michelle, who were taking care of him. They were petting and loving on him, telling him what a great guy he was. He simply went to sleep, in a clean bed, a quiet, safe and calm place.
If we couldn’t help him regain his health, this is what I hoped for when I picked him up at The Colony pound, where he had been dropped off by his former owners. The caretakers at the pound had done their best possible job, but knew that Mr. Fred needed more help than they were able to give him. He was a quiet, calm gentleman, who was in pain, but bounced back remarkably after getting some IV fluids and medications. Unfortunately, it was just too late for him to go on.
Even though we only had him a short time, he was such a gentle soul and will be greatly missed by those who came into contact with him. We want to thank Lone Star Bulldog Club Rescue and our friends for all the generosity, help and support you gave to this sweet, little man. He definitely earned his wings. Fly high.
My name is Fred, but my new friends call me Mr. Fred. Let me tell you what happened to me. You will never believe it!
I am an elderly gent who was described by my previous family as “pretty chill” and “an amazing friend.” I know because I read the paperwork … after they dumped me at the pound.
Is that any way to treat an “amazing friend?” I don’t think so.
The people at the pound were very concerned about me since I was not feeling so well. They called my new friends to the rescue. And rescue me they did!
I was too weak to stand up and I kept hearing whispers about “letting him go.” Well, I wanted to go with Lone Star Bulldog Club Rescue. My new friend, Sheliah, picked me up, and I do mean picked me up. She then put me in her car with some help from the folks from the pound and a nice police officer who stopped to assist.
I spent the night with Sheliah and her pack, then I was off to see Dr. Larsen. She put me in her lap and said, “Of course, we will help you.”
Well, after a little IV, I was up and walking around on my own! How about that? I just needed a little help from some true friends. Now, I’ll spend the weekend with Chad because I need some more help and fluids while we wait on my lab results.
Thank you all for helping an old guy out when he needs it.