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I wasn't
looking to add another dog to my fur family, but in
early March of 2004 a friend told me there was a
Collie at the animal shelter who was slated for
euthanasia. Collies are my favorite breed. I
just had to go to the shelter to see for myself.
Sure enough, in a dog run, laying on the cold concrete
floor was an emaciated old Collie. I spoke to him
and he gave his tail a weak wag, but he simply didn't
have the strength to stand up. It just broke my
heart.
When I inquired
about him, I was told he was picked up as a stray the
previous day and was so weak he had to be carried.
If no owner came to claim him in two more days he would
be put to sleep. The shelter staff said nobody
adopts old dogs. I told them I would adopt him if
his owners didn't come forward. But without
medical care, I doubted that he would survive two more
days. I contacted my vet and arranged to have him
moved to the veterinary hospital to receive the care he
needed during the waiting period. After two
days of veterinary care, he was up and walking about.
No owner ever stepped forward to claim him. |
