One Sunday afternoon about 1:00 and temperature at about 115 degrees in August, I walked down to the mail boxes to get my poor forgotten junk mail that breeds down there. I have an method of operation for walking down there in such heat. I go from tree shade....to tree shade.....to olive tree shade.....to small bush shade crouching down ..... to mail boxes. What can I say. It saves sweating. I hate to sweat.
This particular day I saw a big dog out running around which is unusual here. Got the mail and as I started back the dog came over to me panting incredibly hard and shaking. I don't know about dogs a whole lot having had cats mostly in my life, but it seemed like she was having heat problems and needed water. She followed me home and I put her in Hank's little porch area and ran to get some water for her to drink and to cool her off. She panted hard for pretty much the whole afternoon. I also got her a blanket and when she was ready, she went right to it and to lay down . . . .still breathing very heavily. She had the saddest eyes I had ever seen. It was obvious she had never been taken care of well. But maybe she had a story.
I wish that I had called a friend of mine that raises dogs to come over, but I couldn't think of anybody at that time. I tried to give her something to eat but she refused it. While she was following me home she kept limping on all four feet. Her claws were very long and curled over each other making it hard with each step although I wondered if the pavement had burned them also. She had no tags and as I later found out, no chip.
I let her stay there all night - although Hank, inside the house, had put a contract out on me for doing that. He was furious! I couldn't bring the dog in out of the heat because I didn't want Hank peeing all over the house in revenge. She finally fell asleep on the blanket about nine and slept the entire night. I don't think she ever woke up.
Next morning I went to Wal*mart and bought her two cans of dog food which she swallowed whole. Do dogs ever take the time to taste anything? Hank was hissing out the bedroom window. There was no way I could keep her. I don't have room for a dog that big for one thing. By this time I had totally bonded with her.
I wanted her to have a second chance. She was an older dog but still....I wanted a chance for her. I started calling dog rescue places. No one. Not one place would take her in. Isn't that the plan of dog rescue places? Aren't they suppose to 'rescue'....dogs?? But no one would take her. My only option left was to take her to the dog shelter. Which is really an oxy-moron. But I was down to no options and I had to get her someplace.
I told them at the shelter that she needed medical attention. They said...'we'll take care of her'.
Two days later I went down to the shelter to see how she was. Those places are so awful to go into. I found her in a cell that was too small for her size. She was laying in a little tiny flannel covered 'bed' that was built for a chihuahua. Her legs were all crumpled up with lack of space to put them. And I'm sure they cleaned those areas between dogs. Otherwise............
I knew 'otherwise' would be coming to her. She was old. She needed much attention. She needed love. There was no way they were going to be able to find anyone to adopt her.
I said goodbye to her and went home and cleaned up the massive amounts of fur out of my car and front porch.
Then I cried. Not only for her, but for all of the animals that are unwanted.
There should be an answer. But as long as people refuse to neuter and spay, that answer will never come. There are just too many cats and dogs 'out there' who nobody wants. I don't know what the answer is. I so much yearned for a ranch to live on so I could have kept her.