My name is Tiffany, and I'm a veterinary technician at Wags 2 Whiskers Veterinary Hospital in Montgomery, Texas. I also own my own photography business, Minha Vida Photography. I would like to welcome you to this blog, the story of this boy's fight for life begins here.
Some dogs end up with the wrong people...and sometimes, those very same dogs end up in the right place at the right time. It was against my genetic build up, my moral code, to continue driving down Calvary Road and not turn around once I'd passed him. If he doesn't pull through this, he will at least know that someone cared enough to turn around after all the other cars drove right by...
I absolutely could not leave him...absolutely not...even if he doesn't make it over the hump, he will at least know that someone tried...even if they didn't succeed. He'll know that not all people are as horrible as the one's who left him. Of course, I want him to pull through and find a happy family to live with until he's an old, old man...but, if it's not meant to be...then I want him to at least know that he won't die alone anymore. No puppy deserves that.
I first noticed his wounds and lack of hair. Then, when I turned around and came back for him...I noticed how deathly thin he was. I live a bit out in the country...there weren't any nearby houses...I'm quite sure he was dumped...maybe not, but how else is he going to find himself way the heck out here.
He is severely starved, very weak, and sunken in. He's covered in fleas and mange. He also has severe wounds on his neck and front legs. They've been infected for quite some time now. His nails don't appear to have ever been clipped, and his rear dew claws are turning in on themselves and growing into his pads. His legs are so weak, and his paws are so swollen, he limps around when he can actually move. He's cries out when you pet him, and his skin bleeds and oozes.
He breaks my heart; and I have cried for him already. At the very LEAST, if he's too far gone, we'll respectfully put him to sleep on Monday. No one should have to suffer what he obviously has. But, I feel like there's hope for him, and I'm willing to give him a go... I'm really pushing for him...in a few months, I want to be able to post pictures of him as a beautiful boy! I want him to be happy, playing, beautiful fur, and a little on the chubby side. Impossible is impossible for me. Unsinkable ships sink, don't they?
...it's really, really sad. I go out to check on him every so often, and each time I open that door...he cowers. Was he abused? I don't know, but he sure as heck as reason to be afraid of humans. I will gain his trust; and I will make sure he knows that not all humans are terrible beings.
He absolutely looks defeated. He is unsure of me right now, but he definitely is wanting to give me a chance. I feel like he wants to get through this, I think he finally sees hope...I don't know if that makes any sense. He's curled up right now, sleeping with a fully belly, in a warm blanket...he looks so dadgum peaceful and at ease it makes me want to cry...
If you're willing to watch this video, I warn you that it shows very graphic images of his condition, wounds, and absolutely heart breaking photos. Grab a box of Kleenex, you're going to need them.
Donations for his medical treatment may be made in the form of a check to Wags 2 Whiskers Veterinary Hospital. On the envelope, write 'The Abandoned Dog'. ALL donations will go to his medical care, no matter what. Receipts of your donations are available upon request.
Mail your donation to:
The Abandoned Dog
Wags 2 Whiskers Veterinary Hospital
17099 Walden Road Ste. 180
Montgomery, Texas 77356
