Sorry I’m late. I’ve been at “Mallie’s Meanderings” (Blogger) looking at this guy:
Look at this soulful looking dog! Lost and nearing towards found by Mallie and her family♥. She gets HUGE sainthood points. Anyone who saves strays into their family fold is awesome.
I was telling Mallie (whom I only know from blogging, and only recently) that the universe is sending me dog signs again. In a really big way. I have Zephyr and we are good, but we used to be three until we lost Shadow, my beloved blue healer, last year. I haven’t wanted another dog. I just knew if I waited the universe would give me another when we were ready.
So PLEASE God, (no offense) what the hell was yesterday all about?
YESTERDAY: In the jeep–flowers, Zephyr, stuff, driving 6 blocks to the cafe, when I spy a pit bull–the most emaciated creature I have truly ever seen in real life, wobbling on bony legs, rooting in the lawn for food. I slammed on the breaks, backed up and got out.
Now, I REALLY don’t like pit bulls, but there was nothing left of this dog. It was truly surreal and it was wounded. I eased up to her, very slowly, but she was delirious, could barely acknowledge me. I ran back to the car for a towel. I tried to pick her up but she growled. So, I sat down on the grass, wrapped her up and yelled at walker-bys (very few) for a cellphone. Finally a guy called someone, then a neighbor came out. He brought food and another towel.
It took the pound over 1/2 hour to arrive! (We stressed dog emergency–wounded, bleeding, pitbull. Put the metal to the floor buddy!) Meanwhile, I sat, huddling this poor creature, trying to get her to sit, lean, collapse in my arms. It was horrifying.
I kept petting her head, whispering in her ear to let go. And for small seconds she would. She’d rest her head in my hand, painfully sat down. leaned her whole body against me.
Finally animal control showed. I was relieved and upset, all at once. This was not about to be a happy journey. I wanted a safe, comforting bed for her and the guy picked her up and put her in a steely cage. I broke into tears. I begged the man to put her to sleep at the kennel. Just end her suffering.
The truck left. I thought about following, but I had Zephyr in the jeep. The man told me I wouldn’t be allowed in “the back” of the kennel, even if I followed. So, I cried some more, then went home.
Eventually, I made it to the cafe, planted flowers, had coffee, ate, but I felt like hell all day. I might go to the pound today. I’m not sure.
This may sound callous, but i hope she’s gone, passed, departed, dead. I hope her suffering is over. My reasoning is this–and you may not like it–people who show up at the pound looking for pitbulls are generally not good people. They’re careless, tough, territorial, gang-bangers, dangerous. They want guard dogs, dogs they leave outside in the rain. Dogs like this one. They are bad people.
If she lives, my great hope is that a really loving lesbian couple (big dog adopters in this city–bless them) will take her home and spoil her rotten all the days of her soulful life. Amen.
So, Mallie! Save that dog! And bless you for doing it.
Big prayers to all the dog rescuers out there.
You rock, d ♥