Favorite Walk: I enjoy goin Outside with Mom and Dad. I think it's more about the family time than the walk itself, though.
Best Tricks: I smile when you tickle me! Cheeese!!!
Arrival Story: A chance encounter in the parking lot at PetSmart led us to Ben. While doing a little pre-birthday shopping for Dexter, we saw a lady in a white van lugging HUGE bags of food from one van to another. Of course, we started walking over to help, and as soon as she saw Bullet and Dexter, she dropped what she was doing and asked for Bullie Kisses. Turns out, this woman, Jan, does a monthly transport from Georgia to New Jersey, to the very same rescue that we adopted Bullet from. We got to talking, and she told us about this one particular dog who she had just brought to NJ. He was in bad shape, and it broke her heart, she said. She was hoping that he would find a good home with people who would love him.. his name was Ben... Now, being a frequenter of the Eleventh Hour Website, I already knew all about Ben's story, had seen his pictures, and of course, I cried when I first saw them months before.
She told us to stop by Saturday at the Open Adoption event and say hi to him.. that his pictures didn't do him justice and his personality couldn't be beat... So Saturday morning we met Mister Ben, who immediately climbed up on my lap and gave me the sweetest kiss I have ever gotten. I was sunk, and we agreed to foster Ben until his forever home found him. Well, Ben found his forever home, and his forever spot on our couch less than two months after agreeing to foster him. He fit in so well with us that we couldn't let him go. Ben was our first Foster, and a failed one, at that...
Bio: This was Ben's Petfinder ad: For years, day after day this boy has suffered neglect, starvation, being chained up with no shelter from the elements, and we can only imagine by the scars on his face and body of the pain that he has endured. You would think that when he came to us, that he would be fearful, aggressive, carry some sort of behavioral, emotional baggage. However this boy's spirit is left untouched, the memories of his past were left behind on the end of that chain, and he is ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!! The only thing he brought with him from his past are a couple of minor skin problems, some malnutrion, and brittle fur. All he needs some good meals, a bubble bath, and lots of love and kisses!! He is wonderful with everyone he meets, children, dogs, young, old, large, or small - he loves them all!!
We dare you not to fall in love with him too!!
He has been vetted and had to have a growth removed from his back section that was like a large wart due to poor nutrition, and living in filth. He is around five years old and has lived his entire life on a four foot chain. His ears were all fly bitten and chewed around the edges but are better now, and his coat which was in terrible shape is now coming in great. He has been living in this crate for a month now so he needs to finally have his chance at a life. I don't think he has ever had the chance to run. He is just so content with wherever you put him because he has had nothing in his life. He is also housebroken......you will just love this boy.....just wanted to update on his progress.
We gave this boy the name "Merritt" , the Latin meaning is "Deserving of Good Fortune" because he deserves nothing but that! Merritt has spent the first 7 years of his life on a chain, and was eventually abandoned. After 2 weeks, he was finally rescued. Here's what his rescuer's had to say...
"This is a dog that was left at a house we found yesterday. He was left for almost 2 weeks and before they left they threw a slab of deer meat that was covered with flies and magots for him, and that was what he was eating....and some green water. This dog had lived like this for 7 years, and we are trying to get the police to file charges for moving and leaving him like this. He is so sweet and has never been off his chain....no aggression at all. We picked him up in our arms and we took him to the vet. He is in bad shape right now with sores over his body".
It's been 2 very long weeks since Ben's passing... I still cannot believe I will never feel his paws flex in my hands when I pulled his front legs in 'Stretchy Ben' pose... I will never again be awakened by his thunderous snoring, or worse, when his snoring stopped.
I will never forget our first night together... We all settled in for the night.. Bullet in his spot next to Daddy, Dexter suckling on a piece of my hair, and Ben took the foot of the bed. He was just getting over Kennel Cough, and coupled with his collapsed windpipe, the snoring was horrible. None of us could get to sleep... Ben included. Every time he laid his little head down, he would gasp for air. Finally, hours later, he drifted off into sleep, I guess comfortable enough to breathe with the pillow I put under his head to raise him up a little. I started to doze shortly after, finally finding rhythm in his snores and snorts and grunts. Then, all was quiet. Peace, I thought, then realized Ben was making no sounds, and I shot up like a rocket and crawled over to him to make sure he was breathing. He was. Phew! I laid back down, and no sooner than my head hit the pillow, the snoring started again. It took what seemed like hours to find the rhythm again, and just as I had.. quiet. I shot up again to check him. Sleeping like a baby... And so went our first night... and most nights thereafter. Whenever Ben's snoring stopped, we all woke up and checked on him. It's just quiet now.. no snoring, no rhythm.. just quiet.
Ben's mom here... I cannot even begin to thank each and every one of you for your words of encouragement and comfort during such a horrible time. I will eventually be able to read through everything and respond without having to dry my keyboard from my tears.
Ben crossed peacefully at 11:19 pm, Thursday January 15, 2009. I haven't stopped crying since. This little man was so special...so very very special..
If anyone could possibly animate a pair of wings for him, it would be much appreciated..
Tonight will be ma final visit to the vet. This ol' southern gent has officially run outta miracles... I look forward to seein ma friends at the Bridge shortly, and runnin and rollin in the grass with them.
To ma brother Dexter, I will miss you most of all.