November 2004 I took him home from CACC (a "kill" shelter). He was an emaciated, balding, vomiting, ear infected, un-neutered, kennel coughed mess (estimated at 10yrs old and deemed "virtually unadoptable"). He had matts inches deep on little legs that were yellowed, stained, filthy. His face nearly completely concealed by dirty mounds of hair. So thin that bones were sticking out on his back. We believe he was a puppy mill stud, spending neglected years caged.
CACC hadn't bothered bathing him and didn't attempt to neuter him. He looked such a mess (and smelled worse) I hate to admit it ..first impulse on seeing him was to just get myself out of there- But instead I sat crosslegged on the floor a few feet from him. His legs were unsteady as he wobbled towards me trying to climb onto my lap, but didn't make it. He started shaking, hunching, then surprised me with diarrhea all over my sock. He looked so scared. ashamed. Poor sad sweet guy couldn't control his own little ill body. I ended up going home without the sock on my foot, but with him in my arms.
I live on fixed disability income (chronic vertigo) and though perhaps I had no right to take on the expense, He needed help & I companionship (disability keeps me home bound 90% of the time). For four years I have given him all the love, and the best care I could afford and even managed (with selfless help of amazing human angel donations on myspace) to give him what I could not afford.
I can't begin to verbalize the love I feel for this beautiful little soul. He changed my life.. renewed my faith.. and gives hundreds of reasons to smile daily.
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New York, NY
