Hello, I'm Emily. You're probably wondering why I started this blog. I'm hoping to find peace. I lost my fur-baby over the weekend. His loss has effected me far greater than I imagined. So I kept having these thoughts in my head, much like a book or blog, so I decided to write them down. Here goes nothing....
5 Years Earlier...
It was early April 2013. Mom noticed something was getting in her chicken feed while we were gone. But we didn't know what it was...I mean....what would eat chicken feed but not the chickens? So we told Zach's nurses to keep an eye out for anything out there. That night, Jerry told us that he saw an old dog out there. He said he looked hurt because he was limping around, but when he went out there the dog ran off. Well that night when Dad got home from work, he saw the dog and captured it. Now I've known my dad for many years, and usually if something is bothering our chickens or something he'll put it down. But for some reason, this dog was different. Instead, he put him in our dog cage....you know the one with the really nice doggie condo that was supposed to be fore Rosalie, but she used it like 3 times... So on April 12, 2013, I met the dog for the first time. Mom had already said, "Don't get attached, he's not staying here." This dog was so scared, and looked up at me with the saddest eyes I have ever seen. He knew he was in trouble, and I'm sure he figured he would be killed. After we looked at him closer, and in the day light we could see that his legs were covered with scars, and his right front leg looked to be infected from what we assumed was bite mark. It looked as if he was a pit mix, and we assumed he had been used as a fighting dog. So dad and I decided to take him to the vet the next morning and see if they could do something about his infected leg.
I'll stop here and we'll pick up later....
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