Left to Die in a Ditch

What are liberal Democrats all about if not stories like this one?

A man in Tennessee was heading back to his car after a day of fishing when he heard whimpers coming from a muddy ditch in the woods.

A small, terrified beagle was trapped.

She had been brutally shot and was desperately trying to pull herself up the steep wall of the ditch, her back legs dragging uselessly behind her.

The fisherman took pity on the little dog and brought her home. She spent three days living beneath the man's parked car, clinging to life.

When he realized the beagle wasn't going to recuperate on her own, the man contacted a local animal rescue group. One of the group's workers arrived and was amazed when the traumatized dog emerged -- in terrible pain, but so grateful for help she covered the worker with "kisses" as only a dog can.

Was Emma a `Lost Cause'?

The brave little beagle, named Emma by the shelter workers, still had a long way to go.

Two gunshots had left both of her hind legs paralyzed. She had also lost control of her bladder and bowels. How would the shelter afford Emma's vet bills and scooter -- a special dog wheelchair designed to help her get around with ease -- on its shoestring budget?

That's when American Humane stepped in. Thanks to donors like you, we provided vital support through our Second Chance® Fund to help cover Emma's medical expenses and ready her for adoption.

Incredibly, Emma found a new home with a "forever mom" named Sheila, whose sweet disposition matched Emma's. Sheila consulted with a canine rehabilitation center, brought Emma to physical therapy twice a week and even converted her own pool to a water therapy center for Emma.

This spirited, fun-loving little dog -- expected to never get around without her scooter again -- is now able to walk a mile every day on her own!

Please CONTRIBUTE HERE if you can to help bring hope and success to other abused and neglected animals who still have tremendous love to share with new families.

Tags: Animal Cruelty, animal rights, humane society (all tags)



Re: Left to Die in a Ditch

    Years ago, we found a dog by the side of the road. She had a broken leg and was very shy. we took her to the vet, fixed her leg, and she came home with us. We called her Spooky, because she would hide whenever anyone came around. Obviously had been abused. But she loved us, our 4 kids, our other dogs and cats, and lived a full and happy life. Rescue animals are great, and we always support our shelters here.

by marsalt 2008-11-25 04:56PM | 0 recs
Re: Left to Die in a Ditch

Nice story.

by MainStreet 2008-11-26 04:13AM | 0 recs
My story

My stepfather was a grad student at the University of Minnesota living in the Superblock of dorms.  One day in the middle of winter, he was walking through the U hospital area when he heard a faint "mew" noise.

Looking around, he discovered a tiny kitten frozen to the ventilation grate on the sidewalk.  It had been blowing warm air, but stopped, and the poor kitty had essentially flash frozen to the metal grate.

My (future, at that point) stepfather carefully pried the kitten out of the ice and took her home, named her Sarah Bernhardt after the actress, and nursed her back to health.

That cat joined my life when I was 10 or so and my mother married the cat's owner; she was a pain in the ass and far more mean-tempered than Emma from this diary, but she never lacked for personality.

My clearest memory of her was crawling onto my tummy while I was lying on the floor watching TV.  She would be warm and comfortable, but woe betide me if I wanted to get up for a drink or to use the bathroom; she'd extend her claws into my chest to let me know that I was not free to move about the cabin.

Sarah died about thirteen years ago at the ripe age of twenty.  I really should pour a forty on the ground in her memory one of these days.

by Dracomicron 2008-11-26 07:55AM | 0 recs
Re: Left to Die in a Ditch
I have two mini Doxies.  One I raised as a puppy, now 5, and the love of the neighborhood, the other I adpoted from a Rescue org. Short story is a neighbor does dachshund rescue and had been talking to me about a rescue.  After a background check that included an interview with my vet, I finally agreed to rescue a 6 year old that had lived with a family until their circumstances changed.  Well, it was terror!  The poor thing was overwhelmed with being dispaced.  He had no training; i.e., sit, stay, come.  He was never socialized, so walks were always a display of aggression toward other dogs in the neighborhood (even though both are litterbox trained), was dominant in my home (markings and behavior toward my other dog), ....  
I put him in basic training classes, hired a behaviorist, and now I have two lovely dogs and my heighbors love BOTH my dogs.  
My point is that dogs require time, energy, and finances.  If you can't provide all three, please don't get a dog.  The sad example of the beagle in your story illustrates the necessity for thinking before acting.  There's no need to SHOOT a dog.  Just think before acting.  I'm so glad the beagle found a new home.                                    
by ChitownDenny 2008-11-26 08:16AM | 0 recs


Advertise Blogads