I was born a prince. My family lines were distinct and my destiny plan at birth. I was guaranteed a loving home, Marianne made sure of that. I was protected and loved every day of my life. I have never known a bad day, a day where I worried about being cold or hungry, alone or hurt. Yet, I am aware of the plight of my fellow dogs.
What happens when that is not the case? When you find yourself out in the world left, hungry and cold like my “brothers” did.
Johnny was found in NYC with a shattered leg and starving. He did not walk right for 8 months after surgery and to this day he has a limp. Kathi, my mom, took him from the clinic just to rehab him since he could not walk on his back leg where his femur was broken in multiple pieces. Despite the surgery to repair the bone it took 6 months of intense therapy before he walked on his leg again. Today, he is fat and sassy and spends a good part of the day napping or figuring out how to eat the cat’s food.
Just last week another stray found his way into our home. He arrived last Thursday night after being picked up by Animal Control where he was dumped. He had no tags or microchip and he was starving. He was all skin and bones. In fact they were calling him Bones. He had gained six pounds by the time we had met and he was still way to thin. Someone had tossed him way. He was left to wonder around in the winter, starving and cold. Luckily, last week he came into my mom’s exam room. My family needed a Boxer and he needed a home. Two days later he was invading my home.
Rich changes his name to Bunker. Bunker the Clunker is more like it. He is silly and way too big. He steps right over me in his excitement. He is an okay fellow, I just had to explain to him who was the boss of this house a few times but now we are getting along fabulously. I am actually starting to like him more because I have realized since he is so thin everyone likes to give him snacks and I am there to get my share.
Now that Bunker has come home with us he will no longer be hungry and cold. He may be pushed around by this Scottie, but he is part of the family and we take care of our own.
Taking care of these animals is an important job. Even pure bred dogs are not immune to abuse and neglect. No one is immune It is up to us to help care for these amazing animals that can face such abuse and neglect and still love and trust. Their stories are truly inspiring.
I would like you to share your story with us about your rescued dog please write us.
– Bruno
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