For a long time we have planned on eventually taking in one or two elderly dogs from the shelter as "permanent fosters", to give them a place to live out their days in a comfortable home environment. Older animals are generally a tough sell at a shelter - everyone wants kittens and puppies, no one wants some ancient incontinent geezer who can't chase a frisbee. When we lost Wakka, we talked it over and pretty much formalized it, that we would start the dog thing when we got down to a 'manageable number' of cats, probably in a couple of years.
Well, apparently 24 is a manageable number. Tara joined our menagerie Monday. She's about 12 years old, appears to be a purebred Boxer. Probably was bred a hundred times at a puppy mill and kicked out the door when she dried up. She weighed 27 pounds when she was brought in, the shelter got her up to 38 over a couple of weeks. She was up to 41 at the vet on Tuesday. Probably should be around 50 or 55 pounds fully fleshed out. Sleeps a lot, only pees on the floor once in a while. So far, so good. Here she is at the shelter: