This poor little bag-o-bones weighing just 2.3kg (Tom similar size weighs 3.2kg for comparison) came back to me on Jan 17th. He came through the rescue I ran 4 years ago and was joined at the hip to Colin, who sadly had just died from cancer. Whilst Colin had been ill, Morgan reacted to the stress and emotions of the household and was just fading away. He became agressive towards anyone who tried to do anything to Colin - including the MacMillan (cancer nurser) so he came to me to give the family (and Morgan) respite, however Lorraine has decided that she does not want him back.
Morgan will be 10 next month. He has needed intensive care to help him recover, literally feeding him from my hands with him sat on my lap every 2 hours during the day until gradually he regained his will to live and the strength to feed himself. Now 2 months on he weighs 2.8kg.
Unbeknown to me despite seeing him at least twice a year, he had not been out of his house and garden (except from a quick car journey to the vets) for over 3 years. Apparently he had started to lunge at and bark at other dogs. When he stopped leaving the house he became very territorial and went into protection mode - aggression being the best form of defence for his 'pack'.
Interestingly he was fine with Tom and Tych from the start and them with him of course. He has a habit of burying himself in his bed probably for warmth and comfort. Tom and Tych were not to be put off and insisted in getting into the bed WITH him!
I spotted a sleeping bag bed which I thought ideal for him - he immediately went in, came out, dragged in a blanket and there he stayed!
With the trauma he's been through and his age I fear that to rehome him would lead to his death, so he will be saying with Tom Tych and me.
It's been a difficult few months for me, struggling with depression and coping with the added stress of my step mother being seriously ill - needing her gall bladder to be removed, but fears that it could kill her so she was discharged home with a drain in and is being reviewed regularly whilst her various specialists (she has multiple health problems) try to decide whether operating or not is the best option. On top of this, my cousin (with whom I spent Christmas and new year and is more like a sister) has been diagnosed with cancer and is undergoing chemotherapy and radiotherapy. I am also due to have surgery in early April.
It has been difficult for me to maintain contact with people, so I hope you will understand my withdrawal for the time being.
I do want to thank those of you who've left messages for me wondering where I've got to and I hope you will not mind not getting individual responses.
Watch this space - I will be back eventually!
Best wishes to you all from a snowy, windy Scotland. Is this really Spring?!!!