Woman turns her home into hospice for old shelter dogs so they don’t die alone

Even the dogs that may not have much time left should have a loving home. Even though younger puppies frequently take precedence over older dogs, older dogs should have a permanent home to live out their days.

However, one woman has dedicated her life to providing these elderly shelter dogs with a loving final home, converting her house into a sanctuary that is currently home to 80 senior animals.

The 44-year-old Valerie Reid of Hermitage, Missouri, was motivated to care for elderly dogs after a life event made her aware of the challenges that animals encounter as they age.

As her father battled cancer, SWNS reported that she found it difficult to find a place for her dad’s elderly Doberman. She discovered that no other rescue would take her and that she was already over the city’s pet limit, so she was unable to adopt the dog.

Because of her age, no rescue would take her home, Valerie said, “We looked everywhere for any rescue that would help.”

At last, she managed to find the Doberman a foster home on a farm that took special care of elderly dogs. The dog had a happy ending and lived in peace for an additional year and a half in their care; Valerie found inspiration from the experience that opened her eyes.

She told SWNS, “It got me thinking about what happens to senior dogs who were once beloved pets.” “I became aware of how many dogs there were in need of assistance… It is a genuinely overlooked area in the rescue industry.

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Thus, in 2017, Whispering Willows elderly Dog Sanctuary—a non-profit sanctuary for elderly dogs—was established by Valerie and her spouse, Josh. They purchased a 3,000 square foot house near Hermitage, which provided ample space for dozens of canines to pass away peacefully and comfortably.

Dogs older than 12 are accepted. She said to Ozarks First, “Sometimes special needs, sometimes hospice.” “On sometimes, all they come to us for is a place to lay their head and die.”

She clarified that a large number of the dogs had histories of cruelty and neglect, citing the discovery of Peanut, a dog, chained up amid a scorching heat wave.

She said to KY3, “When they come in, they’re very broken-hearted, emotionally or physically.”

Valerie, however, states that her intention is to provide them with a sense of normalcy and trust, as well as a secure permanent residence in which to live out their last days.

“They stay once they arrive. They’re not required to go. Since this is their permanent home, they won’t experience any more stress or loss.

“They know they’re safe when they arrive.”

Over the years, the rescue has expanded significantly; according to SWNS, the hospice currently houses 80 dogs at a time and employs 17 full-time staff members to care for the dogs.

“The sanctuary really grew and expanded beyond my wildest expectations. I adore having so many tiny hearts that reciprocate our love.

According to Valerie, over the years, they have taken care of 790 pets. Because of their advanced age, the dogs frequently die—roughly five of them perish each week, while the same number are adopted.

Valerie takes delight in providing these creatures with a nice environment to pass away, even if her profession can be depressing at times.

“Our goal is to assist individuals in getting ready for their final moments; none of us can predict the future,” she stated to SWNS. We get to bid our seniors farewell in style and with affection. While loving and caring for children is an honor, it hurts nonetheless.

Woman Spent Her Life Living for Others Until a Terrifying Diagnosis Changed Everything – Story of the Day

Sarah’s life has always revolved around her family, but a devastating call from the hospital forced her to confront everything she had put on hold. As she rediscovers herself and begins living on her terms, a surprising twist changes everything, leading her to see life completely differently.

That day started just like so many others before it. Sarah’s alarm rang at 5:40 A.M., pulling her from a restless sleep. She lay still, staring at the ceiling, before swinging her legs out of bed.

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She dressed quickly and shuffled downstairs, her slippers softly brushing against the hardwood floor.

In the kitchen, she scooped food into Bella’s bowl, the golden retriever wagging her tail eagerly.

“Morning, girl,” Sarah murmured, attaching Bella’s leash and stepping outside for a quick walk in the dim light.

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As they returned, Sarah thought of Mark and Ellie’s enthusiastic promises to care for Bella when they’d begged to adopt her. Those promises had faded quickly.

Back inside, Sarah methodically set the table for breakfast, placing bowls and plates in their usual spots.

She began ironing clothes, her mind already planning the rest of the day. After folding the laundry and quickly wiping the bathroom she hadn’t completed last night, she heard the alarms blaring upstairs.

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Heading up, Sarah knocked on each door, calling gently, “Time to get up!” Ten minutes later, she repeated the process, her tone firmer.

She returned to the kitchen where she scrambled eggs and poured juice, setting the finished breakfast on the table as the family trickled in.

They ate quickly, Robert glancing at his phone, Mark and Ellie bickering over whose turn it was to sit closest to Bella.

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Robert left first, giving Sarah a distracted peck on the cheek. She herded the kids into the car, enduring Ellie’s complaints about being late and Mark’s insistence he couldn’t find his cleats.

Finally, after dropping them off, Sarah leaned back in the driver’s seat and exhaled deeply. Her eyes drifted to the calendar on the dashboard.

A soccer game for Mark. Tutoring for Ellie. Another endless day stretched ahead, and already her body ached with exhaustion.

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Suddenly, Sarah’s phone buzzed, startling her as she sat in the car. She hesitated before answering, her heart pounding. “Hello?” she said, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“This is Dr. Bennett from the hospital,” the voice on the other end began. Sarah’s stomach sank.

“We have your test results. I’m afraid it’s not good news. Your condition is serious, and unfortunately, treatment will no longer be effective.”

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Her breath hitched. “What… what does that mean?” she whispered, panic creeping into her voice.

“I’m sorry,” the doctor said gently. “You likely have less than a year. Perhaps only a few months.”

The phone slipped from her hand onto the passenger seat. Tears streamed down her face as the weight of the news crushed her.

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She thought: I’ve spent my whole life for them… but what about me?

When Sarah pulled into the driveway, she sat in the car for a while, staring at the garage.

Her thoughts raced as the weight of the morning’s news settled heavily on her chest.

Finally, she stepped out, opened the garage door, and was greeted by the smell of dust and forgotten memories.

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She dug through old boxes until she found them—her canvases, brushes, and paints.

Her hands trembled as she touched the faded materials, her mind flashing back to the dreams she once held so tightly.

Life had swept her away, one responsibility after another: marriage, kids, and an endless to-do list.

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Her dream of becoming an artist had been buried under it all. She sighed deeply and carried the supplies into the house.

Inside, chaos greeted her—dishes piled high, shoes scattered, and Bella’s leash abandoned on the floor.

Instinctively, Sarah began tidying, but as she passed the hallway mirror, her reflection stopped her in her tracks.

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Her tired eyes, wrinkled shirt, and unkempt hair reflected someone she no longer recognized.

Enough was enough. Sarah opened her phone, booked a salon appointment for the next day, and vowed: If I only have a few months left, I’ll live them for me.

That afternoon, she started clearing the garage. It would become her studio, her space to reclaim herself.

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When the kids returned home, Sarah sat on the couch, flipping through a book. She didn’t look up when Mark entered the room.

“Mom, why didn’t you come to my game?” Mark asked, frowning.

Ellie followed, crossing her arms. “And you were supposed to drive me to my tutor. I had to go by myself!”

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Sarah turned a page. “I took the day off. You’re both old enough to figure things out on your own.”

Mark’s stomach growled. “Well, what’s for dinner? I’m starving.”

“I don’t know. Make something and tell me when it’s ready,” Sarah said, her tone flat.

“Mom!” Mark and Ellie shouted together.

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“What now?” Sarah snapped, closing her book. “Every day, I cook, clean, and take care of you. Do you ever say thank you?”

The kids fell silent. Ellie glanced at Mark, then muttered, “Fine, I’ll make mac and cheese.”

“Good. Make enough for your dad too. He’ll be home soon.”

When Robert arrived, the kids bombarded him with complaints. He found Sarah in the living room.

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“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

“I’m tired, Robert. I’m not your nanny or the kids’ servant,” she said.

He sighed. “Alright, I get it. Take a break,” he said, kissing her forehead.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, but Sarah stayed in bed. She only stirred when Robert’s frustrated shouts broke the silence.

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“I’m going to be late!” he yelled, rushing around. Sarah heard him knocking on the kids’ doors, their groggy complaints echoing upstairs.

She stretched slowly, got up, and went downstairs. The kitchen was cluttered with dishes and crumbs from last night, but Sarah walked past it. She brewed coffee and sat quietly, sipping it.

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As the family came downstairs, their eyes widened at the empty table.

“Where’s breakfast?” Ellie demanded, scanning the counter.

“And lunch for school?” Mark added, looking confused.

Robert joined them, frowning. “Didn’t you make anything for work either?”

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Sarah sipped her coffee and set it down. “If you want breakfast, wake up earlier and make it yourself.”

“What’s that smell?” Mark asked, wrinkling his nose.

“Bella peed in the kitchen,” Sarah replied, her tone flat.

“Mom! Why didn’t you take her out?” Ellie cried.

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“You wanted a dog. You promised to care for her. That’s not my job,” Sarah said, leaning back in her chair.

“What’s wrong with you?” Ellie shouted. “We’re already late! Drive us to school!”

“You’re going with Dad today,” Sarah simply said.

Robert groaned, pulling out his car keys. “I’m already late for work.”

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“I have a salon appointment. I can’t take them,” Sarah said, standing.

Robert walked over, lowering his voice. “Sarah, this isn’t fair. I can’t manage everything alone.”

Sarah crossed her arms. “I’ve done everything for years. I can’t keep living like this. What if I died soon? You’d all figure it out.”

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“What are you talking about?” Robert asked, startled. “You’re fine.”

Sarah looked away, her voice soft. “I don’t feel fine anymore.”

Robert paused, then nodded. “I’ll talk to the kids. We’ll fix this.” He kissed her forehead and left with them.

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Later that night, Robert sat the kids down in the living room, his tone serious. “We need to talk about helping your mom,” he began. Ellie crossed her arms, and Mark slouched into the couch. “She’s done everything for us for years. Now it’s our turn to pitch in.”

Ellie frowned. “But I’m already so busy with school.”

Mark groaned. “This isn’t fair. Why can’t things just stay the same?”

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Tears and arguments followed, but the kids grudgingly agreed to try. The first week was chaos.

Dirty socks and papers littered the house. Bella’s leash often sat untouched, leading to more accidents.

Dinner consisted of burnt toast or hastily made sandwiches, and the kids squabbled constantly over chores. Robert, exhausted from work, struggled to wash dishes and keep order.

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Sarah, however, felt a weight lifted. She attended a painting class, where her passion reignited.

She smiled for the first time in years as she held a brush. After one of her frequent salon visits, she looked in the mirror and saw a confident and alive version of herself.

She started wearing her favorite clothes again, meeting friends for coffee, and hiking on weekends.

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Though she still helped here and there, Sarah left most of the responsibilities to the family. Over time, they adjusted, learning to share the load.

One evening, Robert surprised Sarah with dinner plans. She wore her favorite dress, and he picked the restaurant where they had their first date.

“I can’t remember the last time we went out like this, just the two of us,” Sarah said, her voice quiet but warm.

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“Me neither. It feels like a different lifetime,” Robert replied, reaching for her hand. “Listen, I’m sorry for putting so much on you. I didn’t realize how hard it was until you stopped doing everything. I promise you’ll never have to carry that burden again.”

Sarah smiled, but the smile quickly faded. Tears welled up in her eyes. She knew it was time to tell him about her diagnosis, about the months she might have left.

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“Robert, I—” she began, her voice breaking.

He interrupted with a grin. “Wait! I bought us tickets to Italy. Two weeks. We’ll leave in a month and a half. Mark and Ellie will stay with my parents. You’ve always wanted to go.”

Sarah nodded, grateful but heartbroken. “That’s… wonderful. But I need to tell you something.”

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Her phone buzzed, breaking the moment. “Sorry, I’ll just be a moment,” she said, stepping away.

It was the hospital again. The voice on the line was calm but apologetic. “We are so sorry. There was a mistake with your test results. Your diagnosis was incorrect. You’re perfectly healthy. The symptoms you experienced were due to stress and exhaustion.”

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Sarah froze, her hand gripping the phone tightly. Tears streamed down her cheeks, this time from overwhelming relief. “Are you sure?” she whispered, her voice shaking.

“Yes, absolutely. We deeply regret the error,” the caller said.

Sarah took a deep breath, wiping her eyes. “Thank you. Actually… you saved my life.”

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She hung up and walked back to Robert, her emotions raw. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around him.

“Sarah? What’s wrong? What did you need to tell me?” he asked concerned.

She pulled back just enough to look at him. Her voice was steady, filled with love. “Nothing. I just wanted to say I love you.” She kissed him, holding him close, her heart lighter than it had been in months.

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