11/17: Share an animal story
Well, @rambo and @missy, I chose this topic for my first blog homework because I have looooots of animal storyes. Heheh
I rescue stray animals. My life pretty much is about taking care of very sick cats and dogs that I take from the streets or from abusive homes, and things like that. I can tell you that it's a fucking hard emotionally, physically and financially thing to do, but I guarantee it’s totally worth it!
But I have to choose only one of the storyes to tell here today, and between the hundreds, that include sad ones and happy ones, I'll tell you a very happy one. It's about my first rescued dog!
I met him about 5 years ago, I lived in a very poor part of the city, I was working as a waitress back them. He belonged to one of my neighbors. His name was Bob, a pretty generic name for a dog. He was always in a very short leash, he was also always very angry, barking, trying to bite every person that came near him. His owners fed him with old food, his water was disgusting dirty, almost black, full of mold. And he was also very sick, he didn't have any fur left in his body, his skin was dry and full of scars and wounds. His owners clearly didn't care about him.
During the night they used to let him of the leash, and he would stray around on the street, searching for food and a shelter on cold and rainy nights.
I used to take a friend of mine home by foot during the night, and our paths always crossed with his, he used to bark and make advances on us, trying to bite, but never really did.
Then suddenly I started to see him quite a lot. Every place I went, the market, the drugstore, didn't matter, somehow our paths started to cross all the time. So I started to think of him a lot, before going to bed, when it was raining, when it was to cold and things like that. One night I just snapped and went out looking for him on the streets, it was about 2am. So when I found him, I called him, and it was the first time he didn't bark, he didn't try to bite, he just came to me, and I told him “we are going home now”. It was like he knew everything was going to be okay, he just followed me home, and since then, he never left.
My neighbors found out I stole their dog, but they never said a thing. He was never really theirs, they never loved and cared for him.
Today he is a healthy and chubby dog, he sleeps in my bed with me, he goes everywhere I go, he travels with me anywhere. He is my best friend and the love of my life. I sometimes wonder if I saved his life, or if he saved mine.
Here is a pic of him today! He is absolutely lovely, isn't him?
