Last night during the Fishers of Men Banquet Beth Ann called me upset and said she found one of our dogs, Foster, in the back yard bloody and in bad shape. She did not know what happened to him. I left the banquet and drove right home. Beth Ann's parents were with her. Bill had put a towel over Foster to make him comfortable.

3 years ago I was voted "most likely to take him home" when he showed up at the church. My foster son and I called him the foster dog. When we couldn't find who he belonged to he became "Foster." He was great with my foster son and has been a good dog. When we added Febe they were great companions.

Foster was in the bushes in the dark by the garage. He was not moving and by the time I got there had stopped whining. I called his name and he tried to move his head. He was wet and covered in mud. His head and two legs were bloody, but it wasn't until we got him to the the vet emergency hospital that we found out they weren't just bloody, they were tore up.

The vet said by the kind of wounds he had he had been attacked by more than one other dog and offered that only one kind of dog made those kind of wounds. Today I picked him up early from the hospital and took him to his vet. He stayed there most of the day, but by 4:00 PM we had to make the decision to have him put to sleep. He was hurting and tore up and couldn't get up.

While waiting for the vet at the hospital to help come get him out of the car he managed to hold his back leg up just enough to tell me he wanted to have his stomach rubbed. We loved him and will miss him.