- 5 years ago
- Wedding: July 2013
While taking our dog for her nightly walk, we came upon what I thought was just a neighborhood dog that had gotten loose. From a distance, the pittie looked healthy, but he was skittish. I had FI take our puppy home with instructions to please come back with a leash. I sat on the ground and talked softly to the dog until he felt comfortable enough to let me take a closer look.
He was emaciated and stunk. I could see each rib and vertebra on his back. He had a really tough time sitting, and I was appalled and heartbroken to see that his entire backside was basically one huge infection. Clearly he was a stray. People are going to get all up in arms and say that I was stupidly putting myself in harm’s way. Maybe, but I’d feel like a soul-less bastard if I didn’t try something. FI got back and brought some food and water, which the poor thing inhaled. Mostly he seemed really happy with the water. He figured out we were good people, and he shyly touched my hand with his head. Out of nowhere, I smiled and crooned, “That’s a good Moses, good boy.”
FI called the SPCA while I coaxed Moses into the leash. Unfortunately they couldn’t send anyone until the morning, which couldn’t work for us, so we took Moses home to figure out our alternatives. Our furbaby is sweet and loving to people, but she is rabidly dog aggressive. Keeping Moses was pretty much out of the question. We called the nearest animal emergency clinic for advice, and they gave us the number to an animal ambulance company. Meanwhile, our own dog was locked safely away in our bedroom, and Moses was napping in the bathroom. I had figured out at this point that he was probably not going to be found adoptable and therefore not worth saving by the SPCA, and my heart was breaking. I found some rescue groups in the area and tried to reach them through Twitter, but at this point it was almost 1am, so obviously nobody was checking.
We tried to get Moses into the car ourselves, but he was too afraid to get into the car. We even tried rigging a stair system with some upside down storage containers, but he didn’t seem to understand them, which is understandable. After 45min of this, we gave up and called for the ambulance. They quoted me $300 to come take Moses to the emergency vet. I told the man on the line the short version of our story and that at the moment we don’t have that much money to spare for dog transportation. He paused, told me that he’d like to work with us and asked what we could afford. I didn’t want to risk them saying no, so I said $100. He promised to call back in a few minutes. Happily, his boss okay-ed the transaction, and the ambulance was at our apartment in less than 15min.
I knew better than to ask but couldn’t help myself. “What’s going to happen to Moses?” He said the SPCA would be consulted. If they gave approval, the hospital would do what they could for him. If not, they’d euthanize him. He was kind but totally honest about what he thought would probably happen and said that the SPCA just didn’t have money for such a seriously injured stray. I held it together just long enough to be able to say goodbye to that sweet, beautiful dog then completely broke down as we walked back inside.
It was the right thing to do. We couldn’t afford to help him without going into some serious credit card debt, and we had our own dog to think about in terms of living situation. I’m hoping to be able to get in touch with the rescue groups tomorrow and let them know of the situation. I’d even be willing to pitch in whatever I can if they can save him. However, realistically speaking, Moses is probably not long for this world. I keep trying to tell myself it was still the right thing to do because he was in such obvious pain. No dog should live like that. At least while we had him for those 3 hours, he was able to eat, get warm, and most importantly feel loved. He laid his head in my lap and happily wagged his tail while I stroked his head and rubbed his ears. At least I could give him that.