Rex has been in WROCs care for 7 weeks and we wanted to share his progress. He is receiving soft scrub medicated baths ever OTHER day now!! His meds have changed and he is taking Atopica for his skin, Soloxine for his thyroid, Caninie Immune support, and several more vitamin supplements. The best news is he is happy again and discovered a ball which he tossed all about the house. His road to recovery is just beginning and we are thankful to all of our Facebook Friends for your continued support for our very deserving Rex.. REXS ORIGINAL STORY: Donations desperately needed for sweet boy Rex. Donating is easy and can be done right on our website, westierescueoc/donate_to_wroc When you see me, do you look away? My previous owners did. I was happy once and didn’t always look like this but the novelty wore off and I became a nuisance. I didn’t feel good so I kept to myself, but the children wouldn’t leave me alone. I faded away and tried to disappear. And then life became too busy. The baseball games, the pageants and family vacations always came first. There was no time for the soothing baths and the medication bottle was never opened. It was just too hard to remember. I didn’t think it could get any worse but after 8 years my family is now allergic to me. No one wanted to touch me, rub my ears or pat me on the head. My condition happened overnight…to them…but for me, it took years. And then I became an embarrassment. The looks they got were too uncomfortable for them. And then I would cost too much money to fix the neglect. And so the choice was made, either WROC take me or I will be put to sleep. My scars remind me that I did indeed survive my deepest wounds of neglect and abandonment. That in itself is an accomplishment. And they bring to mind something else, too. They remind me that the damage life has inflicted on me has, in many places, left me stronger and more resilient. I am smart and I am a survivor. What hurt me in the past will someday be a distant memory because I am now in good hands. There is no ground breaking drug, secret potion or magic that will make me better. The only healing that exists is hard work, patience and the will of my foster mom. She’s a busy lady too with a full time job, a family, and other foster and special needs dogs that require her attention but she has room in her heart for me. She gets the “looks” now but she doesn’t care. I was lethargic and couldn’t hold my head up so the minute I was turned over to her, she raced me to the vet and no expense was spared. My blood work is all over the place so she will take me in each week for a recheck until my levels are normal again and in between those visits she will take care of my every need. I am a part of the pack. I have a foster family. I have a future. And I feel love again.
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 00:01:21 +0000
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