Zeus is tired, we can see it in his movements, in his stiff joints, worn out over the years in the rain and cold. We see it in the gaze of his eyes that says he has surrendered and is now just waiting for the end. We would like to show him that he is wrong, that there is still hope for him…

He was a playful young dog when we met six years ago, at the city dump. He has been in a shelter ever since. He was always gentle, in every way. When Zeus jumps at you, his touch is as light as a feather. When the dogs jam, he backs off because he knows that his frail body and gentle soul are no trump cards in rough games. He learned to protect himself, but in a sad way – for years now he spends his days in the meadow, whether it’s rain, snow or summer heat… during the day he doesn’t come to the dog houses and the yard in front of them. His safe zone is the meadow. To the extent that during the summer we bring a bucket of water to the meadow just for him, because we know he wouldn’t drink the water otherwise. And so those six years pass, six long years of a dog’s life…

Zeus is tired and sad. Aged too soon, without hope and without dreams. However, we still harbor dreams for him—simple desires, nothing grandiose or extraordinary. Just a bed by the stove to warm his bones, a bowl of water to combat the summer heat, and a comforting word to reignite faith in life. We envision an opportunity for someone to fall in love with this gentle dog and make his later years joyful. Please reach out to us.