Albert has arrived at CDH as a stray, and although he's not entirely sure what's going on, he certainly knows a good bed when he sees one!
Albert was a quiet as a mouse during Saturday's induction, and was quite happy to sit with the vols and have a little snooze! He was very content just minding his own business, and when he wasn't having a rest he was plodding around the car park trying to make sense of his new surroundings. He wasted no time trying to figure things out and get to know the vols. That's the way, Albert!
Although he's a very calm and placid boy, Albert is still adjusting to his new surroundings. He's not arrived in the best of conditions, his nails were in a dreadful state and he's on the skinny side - that's no way for an older gent to be spending his retirement years.
He must be very confused right now, and as we don't know his story we can only assume that he's missing his family and wondering how he ended up in such a strange environment. Kennels can be loud and are certainly no place for an older dog like Albert, so he's spending his time in the vet cages- if you're interested in seeing him please ask for him! He's a very sweet boy and will have you swooning over him in no time!
Towards the end of the day, our vols went to check on Albert and they were treated to one of the sweetest surprises I think I've ever seen...
That's right, folks, Albert climbed into the nearest box and made himself his own bed. He must be a bit of a Goldilocks, as he had to find the bed that was just right for him!
If his owners don't come to claim him, he will be available for rehoming from the 29th of April.
If you have any questions or would like more information on Albert, please phone the Dogs' Home: 029 2071 1243 or visit Cardiff Dogs' Home, Westpoint Industrial Estate, Penarth Road, open 7 days a week, 10.30 - 4pm (6.00pm on Mondays and Thursdays).
It is with unbearable sadness that we share this news.
Albert was taken to our vets today as planned. The examination and tests were thorough, but the news was devastating. Albert had end-stage liver failure. Although he was extremely brave when they examined him, the vets concluded that he was, in fact, in considerable pain which could not be eased with drugs, or with all the love in the world. So we whispered our goodbyes, held his paw tenderly, stroked his soft cheeks, and allowed him to slip peacefully to sleep.
We will never know exactly why Albert decided, on Thursday evening, to leave his 'home' and wander the streets. Perhaps he knew, perhaps he didn't want to die unloved, perhaps he thought no-one would even notice he had gone. The vets told us at most he would have had days to live, and they would have been painful, frightening days.
When we set up Albert's bed in the vet room, we left his cage door open, so he could potter around. There was an old cardboard box on the floor, with a few Friends tees and hoodies, and two boxes of 'I wanna be your dog' Beer. That was Albert's chosen place. It was as if knew he had to find us before he died, that he would be loved, that he would have one last chance to wander around a garden, with soft grass under his paws, the sun shining down on him, loving hands, soft voices, tender caresses...that he wouldn't die unloved, in pain, frightened and alone.
Rest easy Albert, you have broken our hearts, but we would not have loved you less to spare ourselves the pain of losing you