Donna and I have been really busy rescuing today. The heat is unbearable, and we both were already a bit drained from dealing with people who neglect their dogs. I am stopping to write during lunch, so please excuse my grammar!
It is rare that I cry during a rescue, but today I did. In fact, my eyes are still full of tears as I write this. I named the dog Nickels, and he will need your prayers. He was starved almost to death and was shot in the face at point blank range. Half of his muzzle is gone. That is what makes me cry; knowing this gentle soul lived through torture at the hands of man and now is fighting to live. I told…
It was over 95 degrees outside, but as I entered into this trash-strewn shanty, I could barely breathe. The heat was overpowering inside while sweat started to drip like a leaky faucet. The sounds of a protective mom's bark could be heard as I went up the stairs, and when I turned the corner there she stood. Growling and barking, she was just being a protective and guarded mom in horrific circumstances. Why should she trust me?
Sugar Man's plight broke my heart. With the temperature at 99 degrees, the heat brought down this gentle soul. He was lying on a hill on the side of a house and was practically unresponsive. The obvious distress to this frail boxer was that he was emaciated and had multiple injuries to his body.
You hold out hope for the abused dog to pull through so he can have that precious time to live a life without fear. You yearn to see him in a home showered with love, plentiful amounts of food and comfort. I am so sorry Sugar Man that you never got to experience this. I am so sorry that man let you down. May you rest in peace and know that from the moment our eyes connected, I loved you. Love you, Randy
This past weekend I rescued two dogs both in bad shape. They both have a desire to live, both are lonely but with love to give and both have suffered at the hands of cruel humans. Meet Lady McGraw and Sugar Man. Lady McGraw
Thank you St. Louis!