Dog Rescue never sleeps, and never takes a break. Once people find out you are in dog rescue, they start sending you all types of pictures of dogs that need rescue. Last Thursday, November 14, my phone and computer started blowing up with the image that we are posting below. At first glance, I thought that someone was sending me pictures of an opossum in a cage. Upon closer inspection, I realized that, yes, this was a German Shepherd, and a young one, at that. (Now, we know that she is approximately 6 months old). She was covered up with both types of mange, and was so emaciated, that the person who found her rushed her right to the vet, afraid of losing any time. Nothing was spoken about her over the weekend, because, quite frankly, we wanted to be sure she made it through the weekend. She is well enough now to get out of the hospital, and go to her foster home tomorrow. She still has a LONG way to go, though. Baby steps. Here is the message we received from the person who found her who asked us to take her: This is the 2nd worse dog I have ever personally rescued (This is coming from a person who has rescued hundreds, if not thousands, of dogs). Last night, in my efforts to trap a Momma dog of the newborn puppies I just rescued days ago, this poor soul crossed my path as I sat waiting for Momma to go into the trap. Shocked and in disbelief of her condition, our eyes met, and she pleaded for help. With sunken heart and tears rolling down my face, I followed as she walked slowly, not sure of my intentions. She crawled under a storage building and I knelt down to her, only having treats in my pocket. I stroked her back, only to feel each and every bone down her back. I then walked over 50 feet to the trap and scooped the wet food out to carry back to her. It was now getting dark, and I returned where she was and had disappeared. Then, suddenly, as I turned around searching for her, the trap door slammed shut. Thank God she went into the trap. My heart raced and my adrenaline rushed through my body. I had to get her to my van parked pretty far away. I checked the time and my vet was going to close in 20 minutes and is located miles away. With all the might in my 115 lb body, I picked the entire trap up with her inside, and carried it 200 feet and loaded it by myself. I could hardly see from the tears and struggling desperately to get her in my van. I immediately took her to my vet, barely making it there on time. Now, getting that message, how could we say no? We couldn’t. We are asking for help with her medical care. Will you come with us along this journey of our Baby Girl, to get her well, and get her to her forever home? Thank You, Teresa, for saving her. Please consider donating toward her care at our Chance Medical Fund: sgsr.rescuegroups.org/info/display?PageID=12618
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 23:51:34 +0000
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