The Hound Rescue

Posted by Joy Butler Mar 11, 2008

Sometimes shelter workers can feel discouraged in an overwhelming job but every once in awhile a special case comes in that reminds us why we rescue. This evening a bony, half-starved hound was brought in. His muzzle and one foot were swollen and he was covered with fleas. HIs sad eyes showed he'd given up on life and we could only guess at the pain and hunger and misery he'd endured. I attempted to lead him to the back but weakness and the sore foot caused him to hobble a couple of steps and then hang his head. I scooped up his mere 41 pounds and carried him. He wasn't heavy; he was a soul in need. Though utterly fatigued, he never flinched, never batted an eye while I gave him shots, pills, liquids, flea preventive, and bathed him and soaked his foot. What a sweetie! His eyes did light up at the two small bowls of food we gave him. His stomach could not handle very much at once.

I've seen it many times. With a little love and a few good meals, the tired sadness turns to a sparkle of hope that maybe someone cares and that maybe life really can be good. I left him tonight resting comfortably on a big soft bed with a full tummy. I'm sure he's getting the best sleep he's had in a long time.