Commercial Kennel Rescue continues to grow and we need more foster parents! We ask you to consider volunteering to foster for us or to assist in other capacities.
ALL Puppymill Rescues are placed with volunteer foster parents that provide food and unconditional love.
ALL medical expenses are paid by Commercial Kennel Rescue Inc.
If you are not already fostering for us, and you give your pets good vet care routinely, and feel there is some space left in your heart, PLEASE email us for an application. We hold to high standards, but that is to ensure that the dogs get the consistency and love they deserve. They have been through so much.
Why foster? Please read these two poems....
A poem to my foster dog
I am made of mush, Because my heart melted when I saw you, Matted and sore, limping, depressed, Lonely, unwanted, afraid to love.
For one little time you are mine. I will feed you with my own hand I will love you with my whole heart I will make you whole.
I am made of steel. Because when the time comes, When you are well, and sleek, When your eyes shine, And your tail wags with joy Then comes the hard part. I will let you go--not without a tear, But without a regret. For you are safe forever-- A new dog needs me now.
by Diane Morgan
Why be a foster parent?
she arrived, and we had to chase her around the yard for 45 minutes because she was so afraid of humans, I knew she wasn't mine. We worked for weeks to gain her confidence and to earn those first tentative approaches to our outstretched hands--and I knew she wasn't mine. The days and weeks and months passed and she turned into a sweet, loving, engaging little
personality. I watched her play with our young fluff and laughed at their
antics, and I knew she wasn't mine. My heart kept telling me otherwise,
but my mind knew it. Today I drove her to meet her adoptive parents and go to her forever home. I know she didn't understand what was happening to
her. Her questioning eyes followed me from the back seat of their car as I
left her there and returned, weeping, to my own car. I KNOW SHE ISN'T MINE, but part of my heart went with her. It breaks my heart every time one of my foster babies leaves me for a forever home.
Because she gave me an incomparable gift--unconditional love and
trust. Because I was part of giving her the gift of freedom to live
instead of just exist. Yes, it hurts when they leave, but the feeling of
joy for her helps make up for the sadness. And will I do it again? I
already am!
Please email us for more information!
If you are interested in becoming a foster parent, click here
