Friday, April 16, 2010

The Story of Courage

I first saw this story on the news, and then on Facebook. I had to reprint it and show the pictures just so you would really understand the type of human garbage we are dealing with here; The type of "person" that would do this to this poor dog. Clearly he had a will to live because he hung on..but just barely. I am told that they have caught the woman that did this, and if you can believe it-She is a vet tech!!! She turned herself in.
Story below:

Sometimes a level of human cruelty exists that is so profound one cannot conceive how such an abomination is tolerated by our judiciary system. One week ago German Shepherd Rescue of Orange County received a phone call from a concerned citizen, who chose to remain anonymous, reporting an incident of animal abuse: A three-year-old German Shepherd had been tied up on a chain to a tree in for an estimated 5 to 6 weeks without food or water.


When GSROC found the dog, he was lying depleted on the ground too weak to physically lift his own head! At 37 pounds, he was literally skin and bones. A healthy German Shepherd his age normally weighs between 75-85 pounds. He bore the vacant gaze of an animal so overtaken by the war waged upon him that the ghost of his own death had long since been beckoning. In fact, to look at him one couldn’t even be certain he was still a living dog. His was the image of a creature who had all but given up mentally and physically. However, it was a sheer force of will that allowed this dog to survive for as long as he had. And for that he was aptly named “Courage.”



The GSROC rescuer raced against the clock trying to get Courage to the emergency care at the Community Veterinary Hospital in Garden Grove. She feared he might not even make it to the hospital. Once there extensive emergency treatment was immediately enacted upon him including a thorough GI flush, blood, plasma, electrolyte and vitamin transfusions, antibiotics and fluids. Numerous tests were also conducted to determine organ functionality. This initial examination revealed that he, literally, would not have been able to survive one more day in those conditions. He’d held on as long as he could. When flushing out his intestinal tract to remove blockage found in the system, the vet learned it was full of dirt and rocks – Courage had been eating dirt and rocks to survive. Dirt and rocks.


Vet holding up Courage's head (Photo courtesy of GSROC)


To counteract the possibility that perforations may have been made to his intestines by the ingested rocks and dirt, the vet put Courage on an “AD” diet which is high in nutrients but with a consistency similar to human baby food. Small, frequent feedings are necessary to re-acclimate his body to food. If he responds favorably he will be moved onto an “ID” diet which more closely resembles regular dog food. Over the past couple of days his care givers have noticed his appetite increasing (which is good) – so much so that he even tried nibbling the blankets and bowls! Since he’s been in the 24-hour care of GSROC and the Community Veterinary Hospital he has gained five pounds.

During the day Courage remains in the ER clinic amid bounteous fluffy pillows, regular feedings and the kind strokes and surveillance of sympathetic staff. He is no longer on IVs or being fed via syringe. Come nightfall he goes home with a trained veterinary technician, who continues to feed him small meals at regular intervals. Transporting him involves placing him on a stretcher and carrying him to and fro. Since he has no remaining muscle or body fat whatsoever, were he to fall he could seriously injure himself. However, as of Tuesday this week he triumphantly took a few baby steps.


Courage one week later, 4/13/10. (Photo courtesy of GSROC)


While he is expected to survive, his recovery will be lengthy and costly. It is currently unknown the extent of permanent damage done to his system; renal or pancreatic complications remain a possibility. As a result, GSROC needs all the help it can get to weather the barrage of impending medical bills. Donations can be made to German Shepherd Rescue of Orange County through their customary donation page or their new First Giving page erected especially for Courage.

Perhaps the most astounding thing about this dog is that despite being a victim of one of the most egregious examples of human cruelty imaginable, the loving little guy still manages to be sweet and mild tempered, showering all those who come near him with friendly kisses.

Both German Shepherd Rescue of Orange County and concerned animal lovers from around the world who’ve caught wind of the story want to see the dog’s abusers prosecuted. One anonymous donor has offered a $1,000 Cash Reward for information leading to the arrest of the person or persons responsible for the heinous crime. While leads had been slight this past week, it was announced yesterday that a 26-year-old woman is under investigation by authorities. If you or someone you know has any information on who may have done this to poor Courage, you are urged to contact info@gsroc.org.

You can help increase the chances of Courage finding enough donations for his extensive medical care by posting this article to your Twitter, Facebook or MySpace page.

To learn more about him, call this number: (714) 974.7762 at German Shepherd Rescue of Orange County, a registered non-profit 501c(3) organization serving Orange County, Greater Los Angeles, San Bernardino, Riverside and more.

To See Courage’s interview with KTLA click here.


Please remember to spay/neuter, tag and microchip your companion animals.

Foster. Adopt. Donate. Recirculate. Help increase the chances of an animal's continued life.














Thursday, April 15, 2010

The Pied Piper of Pekes

Just thought I'd post some cute photos from the other day, along with a great video of the pekes. These were all taken the day after Lilly came back after the adoption didn't work out.
Gloria (the VP of Peke Rescue) and I both think that Lilly is one good con artist. She just didn't want to be there, and she let us know it. She knows where she wants to be, and clearly that wasn't it. I kind of have to laugh inside when I think about it. She knew how to find her way back home. I love the video because when Brian calls her, she grunts her way to the camera. What a ham! I was sitting on the floor with all of my pekes here giving them treats. Their favorite thing to do! Ha!





Here is the adorable video: (Notice how she is always at my feet)

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Having the Blues

Sometimes doing rescue can get you down emotionally. It's exhausting sometimes at the end of the day. You just feel like you have nothing left to give to anyone. You've given it all to the cause. You just feel like you go into battle everyday, and you have to wear this emotional armor to be able to get through it. There is a lot of sadness. and even drama. I have to remind myself sometimes when I get angry or upset with someone or something that is said, that it isn't about me. It isn't about them. It's about the animals. THAT is what's important. Not the BS, and politics that accompany it... Just look into the eyes of a sick, lonely, or abused animal. Then you have all that you need to keep going.


We are here to save lives, and sometimes people's feeling get hurt along the way.
SO-for all those that have gotten their feelings hurt by me, I'm sorry. But remember, we all fight for the same thing, and at the end of the day the animals are what matter most.


I looked at all the caged animals in the shelter, the cast-offs of human society. I saw in their eyes love and hope, fear and dread, sadness, and betrayal. And I was angry. "God!" I said, "this is terrible! Why don't you do something." God was silent for a moment, and then spoke softly, "I have done something," was the reply. "I created you." ( Jim Willis ©1999-2004) SAVE A LIFE-it makes a difference.



Sunday, April 11, 2010

Long weekend and Never a Dull Moment Here

Between Lilly's ordeal and trying to keep track of the new dogs coming in Thursday, I don't know if I'm coming or going. I am SO happy to have my girl Lilly Faith back here with me. When the right forever home comes along, I will know it. Until then, she will live here and be part of our pack. Maybe she is just a good con artist and got sick so she could come back here?...lol Either way, she is doing much better.
Here are some of our new dogs coming up from the south on Tuesday and the following Saturday. More pictures this week once they are vetted. The big one below is Bear. He is a boxer mix. They said he carries his food bowl to the table or end of the kennel when he is ready to eat. He is very sweet and is a cuddle bug.
The little one is Sabrina. She was found by my friend Debb at STICKS, sister and she took her in. Her hubby was not ready to adopt a new dog yet, so she is being re-homed. She will get adopted easily here. But I wish more people would consider older dogs. They are so wonderful and are so grateful. We don't cast aside a living creature just because it isn't young and cute anymore. Older dogs make wonderful family members.








Saturday, April 10, 2010

Lilly is coming home...again

I got a call around 9pm last night from the people who "adopted" Lilly Faith. They said that she was sick. They said she was lethargic, had bloody diarrhea, and a fowl odor was coming from her. Hmmm....She was fine when I left her. And that they just didn't realize what they were getting into. (I only told them 4 times via phone and in person all her ailments) Some people just see that adorable face on a dog and think -"I want that". But they don't realize that there is alot attached to that face. A lot of work, and care, and commitment; Especially for a special needs dog like my girl.
But this goes back to my prior post from yesterday about having that gut feeling. I could feel it in my bones that something was wrong. Something just didn't feel right. And so, my girl is coming back to me. I have to say that I feel kind of guilty that I'm so happy. But I am. It wasn't her forever home. I don't think I would have cried and mourned her being gone as much as I did, had I felt that she was in the right place. I would have felt happy right? And I just never felt that. I felt worry and fear. I didn't sleep all night when she was gone. I paced.
I am grateful that they called sooner, rather than later. I'm glad that they cared enough to realize early on that she was not for them. Because if she had been the right home, then they wouldn't have given up on her so easily. They would have taken her to the doctor right away or called me right when it started and asked what to do. Instead they just said it was too much, and if something happened to her they wouldn't be able to handle it. Either way, she is coming home where she belongs.

I love you Lilly.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Tears of Joy and Sadness-Missing Lilly Faith

So-Yesterday was the day I said goodbye to Lilly, my foster dog of almost 7 months. It was almost a 2 hour drive to her new forever home. Her new family seems very nice, and I'm sure they will love her. But (and there's always a but), will they love her as much as I do?
I know it sounds selfish, but you never think anyone is going to love your dog (whether it's a foster or your own), they way you can. And so when I left her yesterday, I could barely control the tears driving home, the tears last night, and still more this morning. I am like a hysterical train wreck. It's embarrassing that I feel like a foster failure because I am sitting her sobbing as I write this. I didn't think I would feel as sad as I do. I didn't think I would mope around the house looking at all the places she used to lay and play. I guess I just didn't think I would be missing her so much. I didn't see it coming. I expected to feel so happy. I thought to myself that I would miss her, but that it would fade and I would be happy. But now I can see she has stolen my heart forever....

The photo above is from the first day she was out of the shelter and on nice fresh grass at Gloria's house before coming to mine.

I have had fosters before. But for some reason this one feels so different. She is the longest foster I have ever had. So I'm sure that is the reason for my deep sadness. But I think more than anything, is that I am feeling a HUGE hole in my heart where Lilly used to be.
Spending every day and night with her, and nursing her back to health builds a special bond. I think that having seen the awful puppymill she came from, and the awful shape she was in, made me want to hold her even closer and tell her it would all be okay. It made feel protective of her. I don't think I will ever think there is a home good enough for her. That is the problem.

She was like a new dog when she went to her new home. I wonder if she is missing me? I wonder if she feels as though I have abandoned her? Will she always remember me?
I didn't think I would be the one with all the pain. I thought she would be. But her new mom says she is doing fine. I said this in an earlier blog, and it holds true. "People often tell me that they couldn’t foster because it would be too hard. But really, the fostering part is not hard at all. It is very rewarding and fulfilling. It’s the giving up part that is hard. Would I pass up the 7 + months of joy that I’ve had with Lilly because I’m about to have 1 or 2 weeks of sadness? No way! And really, when you think about it, isn’t the best part of any relationship the “falling in love” part ? So yes, I will cry for three or four days and probably my other dogs will go off wondering where she went. But, in the big picture, Lilly will just be gone from my house and not gone from the world as she would have been had she not been saved. She will not be gone from my heart".


This whole morning I have been questioning my decision about leaving Lilly in her new home. I have conjured up all kinds of thoughts in my mind about not making the right choice. Do not get me wrong. The new parents and family are nice. But again, will they love her and care for her the way I did? I am always going to wonder and I am always going to worry. Somewhere in my mind I have this false hope that they will call me and tell me to come get her. Part of me wants them to call and say, "please take her back because it's not working out". So here I sit today, waiting for the phone to ring, missing my little girl. I am wishing her happiness in her new home, but I'm still going to have some hope in my mind that she will come back to me soon....
I love you Lilly and I always will.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Starfish Poem

I've always loved this poem, and I think it really relates to rescue. We try to save them all, but ultimately we can't. We can try, but we can only do it one dog at at time. We have to focus on the ones we can help, and remember what a difference we have made in their lives. Let's hope one day we can empty out the shelters and that all dogs have a place to call home.


Starfish poem


Once upon a time there was a wise man


who used to go to the ocean to do his


writing. He had a habit of walking on the


beach before he began his work.




One day he was walking along the shore.


As he looked down the beach, he saw a


human figure moving like a dancer. He


smiled to himself to think of someone


who would dance to the day.




So he began to walk faster to catch up.


As he got closer, he saw that it was a


young man and the young man wasn't


dancing, but instead he was reaching


down to the shore, picking up something


and very gently throwing it into the ocean.




As he got closer he called out, "Good


morning! What are you doing?"



The young man paused, looked up and replied,


"Throwing starfish in the ocean."




"I guess I should have asked, why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?"



"The sun is up and the tide is going out. And if I don't throw them in they'll die."



"But, young man, don't you realize that there are miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it. You can't possibly make a difference!"



The young man listened politely. Then bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it

into the ocean, past the breaking waves and said - "It made a difference for that one."


Author: Unknown