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!
With temperatures at a scorching 90 degrees, a call came in by a city worker stating that a stray dog who has been out there on the mean streets for over a year has collapsed from the heat. I got that sinking feeling in my stomach knowing that heat exhaustion kills and especially in St. Louis during one of our notorious heatwaves. This call had a new sense of urgency. Off we went to Greer Avenue.
You're a small furry dog that was dumped over 5 years ago trying to survive on your own with little trust of humans anymore. You find an auto shop with a cluttered salvage yard that provides many places to hide. You suffer the extreme heat and cold year after year by burrowing under old car parts. Your only salvation is a kind 75 year-old man who would leave food out for you every single day. That was Pay Dirt's life.
Even though we're a city shelter, sometimes we are compelled to go to the rural areas for extenuating circumstances, and that proved true today. We received a call from a resident and animal lover in Wright City as she explained the situation going on nearby her home. A home that really is uninhabitable for neither humans nor dogs, with litters of puppies and their dogs allowed to roam continuing this cycle of puppies that never ends. The owners wanted the dogs for protection, but the…