Meet Howie. My first rescue. When i adopted Howie from a local shelter, he weighed 55% of what he should have. Two of his legs didnt work right & when i met him he ran and ran on two legs and stumbled trying to avoid all human contact. He was 8 years old when he was abandoned because he wasnt fit to breed any more, so they threw him away like trash.
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When we left the shelter, he tried, on two legs to jump into the car. He was such fighter. A survivor.
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To watch him decompress, to understand that he was safe, and to see him understand that food wasnt going to be a rare occasion anymore, and to earn his trust was moving on a level i can’t explain to you in words. To see him grow from fearful to confident & to understand what a HOME was, and that this was HIS *home* was a powerful experience.
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From a skinny, broken scared boy in survival mode to a Prince.
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I promised him i would give him as many days as i could possibly give. My goal was atleast 8 years. To balance out the 8 years of horror the first half of his life had been. Sadly i lost him to a collapsing trachea at just shy of his 14th ‘gotcha’ day. I still miss him badly. Watching him grow taught me so much & shaped who i am. The hardest day of my life was holding him as he crossed over to go to Heaven. I would do it again in a heartbeat.
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