The last 48 hours has been typical of the topsy turvy world of rescue, and tonight I write this not knowing whether to be happy or sad.
Daisy had an accident on Tuesday, she sliced her foot very badly on wire. It was perhaps the most horrific thing I have ever seen, the vets described it as "de-gloving." Basically skin peeled back from her whole foot, and it was another urgent dash to Moorview to get it stitched. Thanks to Ameri for rushing her there, and also to Howick Tea Rooms for a donation towards her vets bill. They say every cloud has a silver lining, and we all know that Daisy is a little treasure. One of the vets fell for her so much that she has taken her home to help her recuperate. She has been good so far, so she may get a foster home out of all of this.
Today saw the really sad side of rescue, as we managed to save one life but found out one we had tried to help had had its life taken. What gives people the right to make the decision to end the life of another living being when we cannot communicate and find out their reasons for their behaviour is beyond me. That is of course just my opinion, all I know is the way we treat our dogs has a massive influence on the way the behave, and that way too often the easiest option is taken and the dog dies.
One dog we saved with less than 24 hours till its vets appointment to be destroyed is Sonny the German Shepherd who arrived this afternoon. He has got himself in a bit of trouble, and is clearly stressed. First appearances, he is very frightened. It will take time but we will give him that.
This week has also seen little Summer venture out into the countryside. She is another that is so terrified, but we can get a lead on and off now, so we are gradually earning a little bit of trust.
Happy or sad? Answer's on a postcard as they say.
