|Barked: Mon Feb 13, '12 9:20pm PST |
|So here is what prompted my little rant.
I get a call the other morning from a friend...I know you don't do Goldens but can you come, quick.
Back of his property, torn all to hell, old girl, obvious cataracts, skinny, dirty. Wagged her tail when I climbed into the culvert with her. Tied her mouth, slid her onto a blanket and loaded her into my car. Talked to her the whole way to the nearest clinic, tail never stopped wagging. Asked her if it was ok to call her Maggie, she looked like a Maggie. She seemed ok with that. So me and Maggie get to the clinic, one of the techs helps carry her in so I don't have to hurt her. Vet checks for microchip, tattoo, nothing. He checks her over and then he just stops and looks at me and shakes his head. Too far gone he says, broken bones, chunks of hide missing, infected sores, probable internal injurys and she's old and half starved. I nod, ok I'll stay with her. He goes to get the tech. I held her until she was gone, stroked her old head, told her she was a good girl. That tail kept on wagging. It was not my job to be there, someone she loved should have been with her. But thats ok because I won't forget her, and she didn't die alone and forgotten in a drainage ditch.
Rest now sweet Maggie and if no one else wants you, wait for me at the bridge. I would be honored to walk with you.
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