Mellie is looking for a foster or adopter!

Mel is looking for a foster and adopter in the PNW. He's currently in a temporary foster home outside of San Antonio but needs a more stable environment. He'd love to be in a home alone or with another easygoing dog. ***His rescuer says that Mellie can be someone's "soul" dog. He's special. Sad story below: Mellie here!! I’m up for adoption and here to tell you a bit about me. I’m in foster care, finally. Boarding was hard and scary. I’m not used to confinement obviously. Cages and crates scare me. I have a past there, but I’m not talking about it. This is what I can tell you. I’m 18 months old. I have seen a lot in my 18 months. I lived with a person that said she loved me, said she’d take care of me. But it was the complete opposite. In fact, I took care of her. Her mental health was not good. Sometimes she didn’t feed me, sometimes she didn’t pay attention to me. At times she talked to herself and couldn’t get up or leave the house. I roamed around. I looked for food and companionship and taught my sister to do it with me. We made our own way, and we came home when we needed to. I protected my sister. My dog family went missing. First my mom, then my siblings, then my favorite sister Sadie. That one hurt… I was alone?…Then my other living mate, brother died on the street in front of my home. I had to walk past his dead body to go home at night… I didn’t want to go home…so I stayed out. No one looked for me. I slept wherever I could. I got hit by a car looking for food. I stumbled home to what was supposed to be my safe place. I needed help and was in excruciating pain. She couldn’t help me, she didn’t help me. I just kept trying to get through every day. I kept roaming, on three legs. Broken pelvis, broken femur, broken tibia, broken fibula.. I just learned to be in pain. When I came home she told me I was a good boy. She told me God would heal me. She put her hands on me to get God to heal me. He didn’t. She didn’t take me to the Veterinarian to get help. I knew I was her good boy. Why didn’t she help me? I eventually healed up on my own and kept roaming. Roaming kept my mind busy and brought me normalcy. The people were nice, they fed me tacos and I looked forward to visiting them. It was my break from my reality. I made the local Next door. Everybody was worried about me, they worried about me limping and roaming, looking hungry and desperate. Nice people tried to catch me, but I wouldn’t allow it. I was her good boy and I couldn’t leave her, I had to go home. They called Animal Control to help me. They came, but nobody helped me. They said I was skinny but healthy. They lied. I continued to suffer in my very own home. It was hopeless. One day, my owner decided to give me away. Out of the blue. I don’t know why. She was everything to me. I wanted to be the best boy for her. She told me I was the best boy, but she kept my brother and gave me away. I couldn’t understand why. When a nice lady came to take me from my only home I just didn’t want to go, I just couldn’t go, I couldn’t leave her that way or my little brother. But she put me in the car and told me to go. I felt like my whole world was ripped apart. What was going to happen to me now? Who was this new lady? Well, I’ll tell you what happened. The nice lady took me to the Veterinarian. I got vaccines, medicine, and neutered. They were all so nice to me. I got lots of food and chew bones. The nice lady was patient with me, I was scared and shy. She took me home with her. We spent nice quiet days by the pool, we went for walks, to restaurants and shopping. I started to smile, like really smile, like a dog smiles…. My tail started to wag, harder and harder when she came to visit. I trusted her. She loved me, I just knew it! And then I got my first Zoomies!! The nice lady kept coming. We did fun things. We took car rides and walked by the river. I saw ducks, met dogs and met people. My heart started to heal. I started to forget about my hurt and my past abandonment. I learned the same people found my sister Sadie, rescued her and found her a home, and she promised she would find one for me. I was happy and relieved for Sadie. Now I can’t wait, because I think I know what home is supposed to feel like. I was never home. Now I’m in a foster home. Momma Angie says I’m a good boy. She says it’s ok if the crate scares me, she says maybe I don’t need one. She loves me. I love being in the home with her. I’m quiet, I watch her do her busy work and hang out in the yard. I sun myself and watch Angie. We go for car rides and adventures. I hang with my buddy Blackie. He likes me the way I am. I like gentle, quiet dogs, I like cats. I lived with 30 of them. Cats are nice. I’m making friends and gaining confidence. I’m ready for my own home. I’m completely house trained. I walk beautiful on a leash; my house manners are impeccable. I’m quiet, rarely bark. I’m all about you, like 100% in. I’m the most loyal boy and will look at you like you’ve hung the moon. But I do want you with me most of the time, I want a nice yard with a secure fence. I don’t want a crate. I just don’t want to be alone or feel lonely again. You see, I’m really a therapy dog without training… I just learned on my own, on my own path, with my old life. I’m a lover and a survivor. But if you adopt me, I’ll be the best most trusting dog you will have ever had. That’s me. I’m Mellie.. all 65 lbs. of me?? If you're interested in adopting, his adoption fee is $550 which includes his transport, vaccinations, neuter and microchip. Please contact Carla at carlarelf@me.com for more information.