A filthy, malnourished young male pit bull is picked up by an Animal Control Officer for a northern NJ shelter in an urban area. The pup is frozen in fear with pleading eyes bulging out of a head that looks way too big for his skeleton of a body . . .
July 15, 2014 – Stephanie Pearl of Second Chance Pet Adoption League sees the pup during one of her regular visits to the shelter and makes the immediate decision to pull him into her rescue for safety. She takes him to her trusted vet to be checked out and to receive basic immunizations. After taking a few photos of the pup with her cell phone, she posts her usual plea on facebook for foster or rescue to help because her own rescue group is already overflowing with needy dogs.
I just happen to see her post. Those pups’ eyes call to me! I send the photos to my husband and call him at work. I plead, “I know we weren’t going to foster again for a while . . . Did you see him? I just have to.”
July 18, 2014 – I tour this same northern NJ shelter w/Stephanie. We make sure to get there early – before the vet arrives to euthanize. She pulls a few small pups and I take photos of them and several larger pups for which she hopes to find rescue. All the while my mind is on the emaciated pittie boy named Alvin. My car is packed and ready with a crate, newspapers, water, blankets, leash and a welcome toy to comfort him. Stephanie and I complete our work at the shelter and I race off to the veterinarian’s office to pick up our newest foster, Alvin!
The vet tech carries out our boney boy foster and places him on the floor. He won’t move, so I scoop him up. As I carry Alvin out to my car, I promise him that somehow I will make up for all the neglect and suffering he has had to endure. I swear that things will be better for him from this moment forward.
July 19, 2014 – Alvin is frail; his eyes have no spirit. I assure myself: We’ll take it slowly. I have lots of patience. He just needs lots of love, attention and good nutrition. He’ll come around. Then Alvin vomits in the wee hours of the morning. He stops eating and has diarrhea squirting out of him like water from a fire hydrant.
July 20, 2014 – We contact Stephanie and within an hour are roaring back to Morris Plains to the rescue group’s vet. Did I feed him too much too fast? Did he eat something bad in the yard? Did I walk him too far too soon? The diagnosis hits hard – it’s parvo. We leave sweet sick Alvin in the vet’s capable hands. I cry most of the way home. Will I ever get to see this poor pup again?
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