This darling boy was brought into the Home by the wardens when he was found roaming alone. He is 17 years old. It's simply not possible that his owners haven't noticed he isn't cwtched up in his bed, or pottering around his garden. We've got everything crossed that someone will come forward for him. Kennels is no place for an elderly gent like Bob
As Bob has only just arrived, he isn't able to go out for walks yet, so we had a little 'getting to know you' session in the vet room.
There's nothing wrong with Bob's appetite! Or his eyesight! He had no trouble finding out where we keep the sausages!
Bob is blessed with the patience and good manners of a saint....
He takes treats with the softest mouth...
As the days go past, it seems less and less likely that Bob's owners will come forward for him, but we haven't given up hope yet.
Bob wants to send a message to his owners.... PLEASE COME AND GET ME, TAKE ME HOME, I MISS YOU AND I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOU. WHO IS LOOKING AFTER YOU NOW I'M NOT THERE?
If Bob's owners don't come forward for him he will be available for rehoming from 4th May.
if you would like more information, or would like to meet him, 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.
For more information about the rehoming process at Cardiff Dogs Home, please click here
Had a gentle stroll today with old man Bob. What a sweet gentle dog he is. He so needs to be cwtched up on a sofa at his age not in the Dogs Hotel (as kind as they are there!) . No bother on the lead, plods along at his own gentle pace, stopping to have a little sniff here and there. Not in the least interested in my treats (obvs got the wrong sort!) , happy to accept a little scratch behind his ears. Lovely old boy 💙💙
Poor old Bob. It's just heartbreaking for an old boy like him to be in the kennels, no matter how well he's taken care of at CDH. At 17 years old Bob should be curled up on comfy forever sofa, surrounded by his loving forever family giving him cwtches all day long, living out his retirement in peace. Not that Bob is letting this change of circumstances bother him all that much, because this is one very handsome and very gentle little lad. He does have a problem with his back legs and his mouth is a little sore, but Bob trotted along with us quite happily as we had a little saunter around the estate. He kept perfect pace with us and, while we walked slowly so he wouldn't feel pressured into walking faster, he never seemed to really tire. When we stopped on the grass for photos he just wanted to keep exploring, albeit at a leisurely pace. Despite his age, there's a lot of life left in this handsome boy! He didn't seem too fussed on having a cuddle with us but that's quite understandable, having only known us for 20 minutes or so. I know without a doubt though that Bob will give all the love he has to whoever takes him into their home and makes him a part of their family. We gave him a few small treats and he took them incredibly gently, having a good old munch on each one. Bob definitely likes his treats and gave our hands some sniffs every now and then after the treat bag had gone away, just in case we were hiding any more
It was a little chilly out this morning and even with his lovely coat Bob seemed a little shivery, so we headed back after a short while. However, despite having only been with Bob for half an hour or so, I can say for sure that he is a sweet, gentle, and loving little gentleman. I have everything crossed that he finds his forever home soon enough, so he can spend his twilight years in comfort with a family who'll love and care for him for the rest of his life.
When Bob arrived, we simply couldn't fathom how or why this lovely old gent had come to be wandering, confused and alone, and we prayed, we prayed with every ounce of our being that his owner would come forward for him, that someone was missing him as much as he was missing them.
Here's how Bob's story unfolded over the next few weeks....
We shared Bob's pictures on our social media pages, in the hope that someone would recognise him and he could be reunited with his owner. The days went past, and we began to lose hope. Our lovely Pilgrims spent lots of special time with Bob, taking him for gentle walks, sitting with him in the warm sunshine, soothing him gently, encouraging him to eat, keeping up his spirits.
Day 8 came, no-one had come forward for him despite over 150,000 views on facebook. We were overwhelmed with messages of love and support for Bob, and in particular, one of our Pilgrims was so touched by his story she felt she had to help. Tracy visited Bob daily, and agreed to take him home with her, to restore his dignity, give him the home comforts he so desperately needed, and to let him live out the rest of his days in her home, with our support.
Bob settled into his new home and was treated like a prince...
He wanted for nothing
Bob had been on medication for a swelling in his mouth whilst he was at the Home, he was badly in need of a dental, and seemed to have a badly infected cyst, which didn't stop him from eating, but was clearly causing him some discomfort. The meds had reduced the swelling considerably, but as Bob was now settled and comfortable with Tracy the staff asked us if we would fund his dental surgery. The vets had run full bloods on Bob which indicated nothing alarming and although there are always risks with putting an elderly dog under anaesthetic, Bob's mouth was clearly starting to give him pain which was preventing him from eating, and after careful discussions, everyone agreed it was the way forward for Bob. He was booked in for surgery last week.
You cannot imagine our surprise and delight, when on the Sunday before Bob's surgery, the staff informed us that an old gentleman had telephoned the home saying he had lost his beloved old dog a few weeks previously. He was a little confused, and told the staff that he had been contacting a number in Newport for some weeks, but someone had suggested that he should ring Cardiff Dogs Home.... it was Bob's elderly owner. We were ecstatic! The staff explained to him that Bob was with one of our volunteers on respite, that he seemed OK but that we had booked him in for surgery, explained the risks, and as the gent had no means of transport and was happy that Bob was being taken care of, it was agreed that we would carry on with the planned dental surgery on the following Wednesday and we would take Bob back to his beloved master on the Friday.
There were so many happy tears, the staff, the volunteers, and Bob's lovely fosterer Tracy were bubbling with excitement, we could not have wished for a better ending, and we were absolutely thrilled at the prospect of Bob and his beloved master being reunited.
On Wednesday, we had a devastating phone call. Once under anaesthetic the vets discovered that Bob's 'cyst' was in fact an invasive cancer that had penetrated his jaw, the mass had spread, the cancer was extensive and inoperable. The vets phoned the Home, explained what they had found, that the prognosis was as poor as it could possibly be, that it was going to be impossible for Bob to enjoy any quality of life as he would be unable to eat and would simply starve to death... so the heartbreaking decision was made to let him go.
The grief we felt was simply intolerable, in a matter of hours we went from elation to complete devastation, Bob was so close to having his master's hand stroking him once again, to being able to settle into the bed he had known for 17 years, to hear his master's quiet and trembling voice soothing him. But it was not meant to be.
We have to look for consolation when we lose one of our beloved dogs. If we don't we simply couldn't carry on doing what we do. It's a comfort to know that when Bob went to sleep for the last time he would have known he was surrounded by love. He would have felt our joy and anticipation that he was going to see his owner again, he died contented and peacefully.
Looking back now, we do feel that maybe Bob knew it was his time, and maybe that's why he wandered off when he did. Maybe he didn't want to die slowly and in pain, watching his dear pappa weeping over him, two elderly souls who loved each other more than life itself, maybe Bob wanted to spare his master the pain of watching him die.
Bob touched so many hearts, and broke so many hearts, it's never easy to love and lose, but he went to his grave with the dignity he wanted, and surrounded by love.
Rest peacefully Bob, it was a privilege to have you in our lives, you taught us the true meaning of love.
Absolutely heartbreaking This must have been so difficult to write, I'm in tears reading it. I had the privilege of spending some time with Bob and he was such a sweet and gentle old gent. He would have touched the hearts of anyone who saw him plodding along in his little blue coat. Rip Bob. xx