Hoefinger - Logan - Kennesaw, GA
Logan lived at a puppy mill for 4 years. He was the stud dog. He had no name, was kept caged, used and abused. Eventually the owner of the puppy mill thought he no longer fit the bill and put him up for auction.
This is where the wonderful organization Bernese Auction Rescue Coalition comes in. They bought him, provided medical attention, and found a wonderful foster home.
On June 6, 2008 my husband and I went to pick up our new family member. When I saw him I had tears in my eyes, he was so beautiful, and so scared.
When we first got Logan, I’m not going to lie, it was hard. He barely moved, spent most of his days in our half bath where he was comfortable. We never pushed him, always let him do things on his own time schedule. Every day we spent quiet time lying with him and petting him. We started taking him for daily walks and that was when we got our first glimpse at the dog that was waiting to come out.
We made progress, and had setbacks; working with Logan was like nothing we had ever dealt with. We’ve always had rescues but Logan was in a whole different category. I remember after a few months had passed wondering if we were just going to be Logan’s caregivers, which was fine, or we would eventually breakthrough and show him life could be good and people could be trusted.
I don’t have an exact date or incident to mark the change but it happened. I do remember the first time he wagged his tail it touched my heart in a way I didn’t think possible. Every breakthrough brought us such joy.
In June 2009 we celebrated our one year anniversary. It truly was a celebration for he had come such a long way in those 12 months.
We didn’t know it then, but 4 months later he would be gone. On October 15, 2009 we lost Logan to cancer. As we were saying goodbye to him we knew our tears were for us, we would miss him but he would be fine.
In the short time he was with us he went to the park every day, to the lake on weekends, had a vacation in Asheville at a dog friendly B&B, came to Wilmington with us and saw the ocean, played with his siblings, and was constantly fawned over. He packed a lot of living into 16 months.
On our way back from the vet, without him, we didn’t think we could ever go through this pain again. Yet, something happened. As we thought back over our time with Logan we realized we brought such joy to him and him to us wouldn’t it be out of selfishness to not do it again?
We found ourselves looking at the BARC board to see if there was another Berner that needed us as much as we needed them. It was there we found our new family member, Patience. The journey begins again.