Who Rescued Who?  

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Here's a sweet article that I thought I would pass along... –Kim

Roadie........."Who Rescued Who?"
By Don Hill
August 30, 2011

I was in Augusta, Georgia where I had been for several weeks cleaning out my mother's home, following her recent death as a result numerous health issues and complications. On Sunday, my final day there, I was just about an hour from leaving to return to the foothills of the Northeast Georgia Mountains and my five rescue dogs, almost 4 hours away.

As I walked out into the front yard to take one last look at the home of my parents, I saw in the front yard what appeared to be a very old dog that was in obvious distress. He would walk in a semi circle, then fall to the ground then struggle back to his feet and do it again. I saw him do this same thing at least 3 times as I walked over to him. This was to be, by far, my easiest rescue, because this poor old boy was in no shape to run from me, but also the most heartbreaking.

This poor old un-neutered male was in just the worst shape I had ever seen of any dog in my many years in animal rescue. He was emaciated, dehydrated, and his right eye was swollen shut, draining pus. Both ears were severely infected and draining, and his body was covered with open sores. He was infested with fleas, and his front nails were almost four inches long. All his teeth were worn down level with his gums (I assume from years of chewing at a cable or chain used to confine him), and the pads on his feet were extremely worn and cut.

As I got close to him, he didn't appear to hear me approaching. But when he saw my shadow, he flinched and fell to the ground as if he were about to be beaten, and he cowered. I sat on the grass with him and stroked him and talked softly to him until he stopped cowering, trying to assure him that no one was ever going to hurt him again and that his suffering was going to end. I wanted to show him that he had nothing to fear from me.

I estimated his age at 10-plus. The vet that treated him later determined he was close to 15. I picked him up in my arms and carried him into the carport, where I had a small utility trailer packed with things from my mother's house that I was taking with me. There was some dry dog food and some stainless steel dog bowls in one of the boxes, as well as some old blankets and towels. So, I made him a bed then put him on it as I mixed some of the dry food with water to soften it, knowing he would have a hard time eating it otherwise with his teeth in the condition in which they were.

For several hours, I gave him food and water in small quantities, due to his condition. I didn't want him to eat or drink too much or too fast, but I was trying to build his strength some and get him home. There I could take him to my vet the following morning and end his suffering humanely. Leaving him was never an option, after I had found him.

I made him a bed on the front seat of my Jeep and picked him up and laid him on it. I hitched up the utility trailer and began the drive home, wondering if this now soundly sleeping old boy would make it back to the farm. Just a few miles down the road, he lifted his head and looked at me with the one big brown eye he could open as if to say, "Thank you." He then laid that head across my right thigh, where it stayed the entire ride home, and he went back to sleep.

Well, he made it back to the farm with me where I bedded him down comfortably in an empty stall in the barn. I wanted to keep him isolated from the other dogs there, until I could take him to the vet's office first thing the next morning.

I carried him into the vet's office and laid him on the examination room table, fully expecting to allow the vet to send this poor sweet old man on to a better place. He opened his one good eye and reached out and touched me with his paw, and I knew right then and there that this poor old boy was going to break my heart. My vet examined him, and when he was done, he told me that the ear infections were the worst he had ever seen. He was almost positive this old guy was totally deaf as a result.

We discussed all the heath issues and he asked me what I wanted to do. He told me that, right now, he couldn't see anything wrong that couldn't be treated. He felt the dog could fully recover without too much stress or pain and have a good quality of life. But he warned me that, because of his advanced age, even if we decided to treat all his issues, this old boy may only have 6 months or maybe a year left and it was up to me.

He saw me hesitate as I looked down on this poor old man I had found. Then, he said, "Let's test him for heart worms. He's way too old to go through treatment. Let's see if he's positive or not, and then you can decide." I said, "OK."

I had named this old man "Roadie," because the day I found him, it was obvious he had been on the road a while. As I waited for the results of the heart worm test, I was trying to figure out where I was going to get the money to treat all his other problems, even if he was heart worm negative.

I picked up my cell phone and called a close friend of mine (who wishes to remain anonymous), who had founded a disaster response animal rescue group in the wake of Hurricane Katrina called Kat 5 Animal Rescue. I told him everything about Roadie, and he said he would help me with the expenses to treat him if the vet and I determined he could be restored to a good quality of life.

My vet came back in and said, "Roadie has a lot of problems right now, but heart worm isn't one of them." He obviously knew I was concerned about the costs involved, and he told me if I wanted to treat this sweet old man, he would give me every possible discount.

I asked him to leave me alone with Roadie for a few minutes, so I could try to make the right decision. As I stood there stroking Roadie's matted dirty coat, I realized that he had been put in my path for a reason. And if it were only 6 months or maybe a year, I was going to do everything in my power to show this old man who had suffered a lifetime of neglect and abuse that somebody loved him and cared about him before he left this world. And I full well knew that when that time came, I would be crushed with grief.

So, Roadie was going to be treated. He stayed at the vet's office for 5 days where he was put on I.V. fluids and antibiotics. His flea infestation was dealt with, his draining infected ears were cleaned, and he was given a medicated bath. All of his issues were addressed. It took almost two months, but he recovered fully.

Roadie lived on the farm with me and my other dogs and the horses for 7 months, happy and full of life. He played with his favorite ball and slept in my bed every night until that morning I had been dreading came.

I awoke that Friday to take Roadie and the other kids out, but he couldn't get up and stand on his feet. I thought, "Well, he is just having a bad day," so I helped to his feet and outside to do his business. I continued to do so over the weekend, but by Monday his legs couldn't support his weight, even with my assistance.

So, just as I had 7 months earlier, I carried him into my vet's office. He told me it was time. I held him in my arms and cried as Roadie left this world. But as he looked at me, just before the lights went out behind those big beautiful brown eyes, I knew in my heart that Roadie knew I loved him as I knew he loved me.

I took Roadie back to the farm and my friend who had helped with the vet bills for Roadie then helped me bury him on the farm with his favorite ball. I went to the house and sat with my other dogs for comfort and cried for days, just as I am now while telling his story. I can honestly say knowing everything I know now that I would do it all over again.

You see, just weeks before I found Roadie, I had lost my mother. And without me even knowing it at the time, Roadie had helped me through some of the darkest days of my life, focusing on him and not the recent loss of my mom. I will never forget him or the special gift he gave me. And rarely a day goes by that I don't think of him playing with his ball or my other dogs, and walking as fast as he could to try to keep up with them, that I don't smile or sometimes still shed a tear.

I have a magnet on my Jeep that looks like a dog's paw print. It says: "Who Rescued Who?" I'll let you decide.

Source: http://animalrescuechase.com/rescue_showcase/story.php?id=336
© 2010 Great Animal Rescue Chase

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