01/30/2026
A Small Dog, a Second Chance, and the Power of Foster Care
By Kathy Allen
In September of 2024, my daughter and I were driving through Christmas Valley when something caught my eye. Off to the left, near a hay barn, I noticed a small black-and-white shape far out in the distance—just a little blob that didn’t quite belong there.
At the time, we had heard about a small dog that had been missing for five days and nights, lost out in the sagebrush. The weather had turned cold, and the thought of a little dog alone out there didn’t sit right with us. So we stopped.
What we found was a tiny, exhausted Chihuahua—about 15 pounds—trying to survive. He was eating something that didn’t look fit for any animal, and when we approached, he tried to run, though it was clear he didn’t have much left in him. He was tired. Bone tired.
We circled around and approached the hay barn again. The little dog wedged himself between hay bales, watching us carefully. We happened to have a can of cat food, so I set it down and waited. Slowly, he emerged, hunger winning over fear. As he ate, I took a chance. I reached out and grabbed him, hoping I wouldn’t get bitten.
He didn’t bite me. He just gave up.
I brought him home, and for the next two days, he did little more than sleep. His body was simply worn out. After about a week, he began to recover, and soon after that, his owner came forward—a single woman who loved him but was struggling. I returned him to her, but told her one thing before I left: if she ever couldn’t care for him, to please call me.
About a month later, she did.
That time, when we brought him home, it was for good. His name was Jax, and he wasn’t feeling well at all. His mouth was badly infected, and he desperately needed dental care. Once that was taken care of, something amazing happened—Jax blossomed. He felt better. He became stronger. He became himself.
I had Jax for a year and a half. And I won’t sugarcoat it—he was a grumpy little Chihuahua who didn’t like anyone except me. He loved me fiercely, and I loved him right back. He especially disliked my daughter Becky, and he made sure she knew it. But that was Jax. He had opinions.
As time went on, his health began to decline. And just yesterday, I had to make the hardest decision we ever make for the animals we love. We helped Jax cross the Rainbow Bridge. It was peaceful. Gentle. Full of love. And even in the heartbreak, I know I did the right thing.
Jax’s story is not just about one dog. It’s about what can happen when someone stops, looks twice, and opens their home.
This is why foster care matters.
The Humane Society of North Lake County relies on foster families to save animals like Jax. Foster homes allow dogs who are sick, scared, recovering, elderly, or simply overwhelmed to heal in a safe, warm environment. Fostering gives them a chance they might not otherwise have.
And here’s the most important part: the Humane Society provides everything. All food. All medical care. All supplies. The only thing needed from the foster family is a safe place and love.
That’s it.
You don’t need to be perfect. You don’t need a big house. You just need a willingness to help.
Jax came into my life when he had nothing left. Because of foster care, he spent his final year and a half warm, cared for, and deeply loved. That is a gift I will always be grateful for.
If you’ve ever thought about fostering—this is your sign. Our community can save more lives if we step up together. Sometimes, all it takes is stopping the car, opening your heart, and saying yes.
For dogs like Jax, that yes means everything.
🐾 Please contact us if you would like to be a Foster! The animals need you.