Recently a rescue friend described rescue as "saving the dogs we can and crying for the ones we can't". Unfortunately, today has been a day of tears. Two weeks ago I met a transport with Dooley onboard. He settled into my SUV and promptly laid his head on my shoulder and gave me kisses all the way to the vet's office. I was so smitten! He is so gorgeous, so sweet, so friendly, and way too young to be dying. This morning we got the definitive diagnosis that he is in renal failure, and our goal now is to keep him comfortable and make him feel loved. This is not what a 4 month old puppy deserves!