Your Pet's Rescue Story
Dog - My Best Friend Rescue Red
Sandy came into my life a month after losing my first dog and best friend of 12 years. I happened to be at a rescue event, just to kind of tests the waters. There were, of course, lots of sweet little faces and wagging tails. Then there was one little matted lump laying in one of the crates. She didn’t bark, didn’t wag her tail, didn’t even move. The rescue volunteer asked if I wanted to see her. She didn’t move a muscle as she was gently taken out of the crate and, as I held her to me, laid still as a statue on my chest and shoulder. She was a matted mess and smelled awful. I walked around the store with her a little bit and then took her back. I was not considering the option of adoption. I thanked the volunteer and started to leave.
I was talking with a friend on my way out of the store, telling her how shut down and lifeless Sandy seemed. My friend very candidly said that she thought that “needed that dog as much as that dog needed me.”
I went back and told the volunteer that I had thought about it and that I did want to adopt Sandy. She was so happy she started to cry. She told me she was so afraid that people would continue to overlook her because she was not lively and playful. She also, then, told me her story. Sandy came from an awful hoarding situation. The dogs were outside with no shelter. They rescued several dogs from that situation and Sandy, as her paperwork noted, was known only as “#14”. I took #14 home with me that day.
She didn’t eat that night, or the next day. She laid on the floor and didn’t move, and not a peep out of her. It took almost two weeks for her to come around.
Three months later, I suffered a mild heart attack and was off work for 2 months. Miss Sandy sat on the arm of my recliner with me all day, every day.
Six years later, she is still my armchair co-pilot. However, she also enjoys playing outside, chasing lizards and squirrels, annoying her brother, BARKING, and WAGGING HER TAIL!