Bonita of Bwana
Posted : 11/2/2008 3:18:29 PM
As emmaciated as this boy is he could and most likely is in pain. The joints and muscle are obviously profoundly deprived. The inflamation and the malaise he has to be suffering under may be more than he can bear. I know that when I am in a pain cycle it is enough to drop a grown man , the worst of is is always the nausea that is underlying the pain. While he may not be retching or even act as if he wants to. Chances are pretty high that his stomach is twisted up into knots and eating is no longer an option. A body starved so completely begins to fail in multiple organs. A hungry dog will eat, a dog in this condition ...may be done wanting only to have his pain stop.
I can relate to the pain you have to be feeling. Upon seeing someone hurting so badly and having them offer no aggression, no anger you are torn between the anger you feel at who ever allowed this innocent soul to get to this point and the frustration of not being able to "fix' the problem.
Years ago... I was dropping things off at the shelter.Blankets and bleach. Towels and toys that the dogs there could use. It is a crummy shelter. Not because of the staff but because the people in our area were fine with having only a kill shelter... Money was not put into ill dogs. They were simply moved up in the order of euthanization. It was considered a kindness . I had tried so hard to avoid ever going down the rows. But once in a while I was pressed upon to help guess the breed or care for one when the vet was not availble. They had a litter of spaniels, they should easily find homes we agreed, fluffy and rolly polly they were not to haunt my dreams for years and years.
Blackie was a Pitt in the run next to them. He was about 3 years old and had been deliberately starved by the former owner. The intention was to make him aggressive and nasty. They had beaten him, taken him down to a dog very much like the boy you are trying to help.Looking into his eyes I knew I had to do something. I was able to have his labs done but the outcome was tragic. He was filled with heartworms. Back then the treatment was as bad as the parasite. The dog had to be strong enough to tolerate the load of cyanide that would be dumped into his system and as starved as he was there the chance for survival was zero. I cried for an hour and then pulled myself together. Blackie came home with me. I fed him until he could eat no more. Praising his gentle nature and sweet, sweet attitude. As a family we bathed him and did his nails. Brushed his coat and polished it until he shone with a soft cloth. He was hand fed more tidbits and brought on to my bed where my daughters read to him and even my husband who was furious with me for bringing him home came to understand this was not an adoption, it was simply giving the boy the kindness he had so deserved. He clung to us wanting only to please and each time a new person came in he braced himself for the blow that he knew would come, it always had... My Rhodesians came closer and closer and finally lay side by side with him. Offering him their warmth and stregnth. His vitals were weakening. Close to morning I made sure my daughters understood that he was not going to make it. That the acceptance ,love, gentleness and touching were all were could give him. At 8:00 we , as a family went to the vet. My daughters missed school , my husband went into work late. We held this dog we had known for less than 36 hours, we whispered praise and prayers and we eased him acrossed the bridge. Even our vet cried. He refused to bill me for the visit.
If I could find the Breeder who abandoned him to the "home" that abused him so terribly in the hopes of making him tougher and meaner, the hallmark of a bad A** Pitt Bull.... If I could find them .... heck I have no clue what I would do. I know what I would still like to do. The ignorant moron who abused him was sub human, worth less than dirt on my shoes. But The Breeder who wanted this litter, who whelped it and then sold them with no regard as to where they would end up.... in my mind and heart they are so very much worse.
If you can find it in your heart to just understand this may be the best day of the poor dog's life. Your hands may be the only gentle hands he will ever have known. Why he came into your life may be as simple as you have enough heart to unselfishly give him a few gentle moments in alife gone badly. Instead of dying on the street, being too ill to find clean water or shelter he will at the least be in a calmer and safer situation.
Life is not always fair, sometimes.... the best any of us can hope for is a gentle hand, or to be that gentle hand.
Keep your chin up and know you have made a difference in this dog's life.
Bonita of Bwana