Memorials

Foxy was her name

Her newly given name was Foxy, but she really didn’t stand a chance at out foxing the evil that had, in the not too distant past, overtaken her life. She had a red coat, short to medium length, so that when it was once healthy, and the sun shone on it, it glowed. It glowed with a promise that wasn’t really there. Her eyes when you looked into them, said their own story, told their own tale of abuse and neglect. She wandered up to a house one evening, a Friday night.

Would they have the compassion that the last 5 or10 humans she had come across had not? They did have a dog house in the back yard. The woman had a nice soft voice and they were offering something to eat. Food, what was that? I haven’t been able to eat in a few days. The pain in my neck is just too much. That collar the evil people put on me is a part of me now. Every time I move, it hurts, pulls my fur and skin. Maybe I can just lay down in the dog house and rest. Rest…..that would be nice.

A couple of days pass, precious, precious days, Foxy lay in the dog house and the woman with the soft voice brings another woman.

They stare at me. I see the sadness in their eyes. I know that the tall one knows my pain. She asks “Are you alive” as she gives the house a gentle shake. I slowly rise and leave the blissful rest because I sense something in this tall human. She feels my pain, maybe she will help me. To my surprise, even with my foul odor, and believe me, it is foul, the tall one takes me gently in her arms and carries me to her car. We ride. The ride is a little scary but after what I have seen and heard it cannot be any worse. The ride ends at a nice place. There are other dogs here. I smell them. I saw a little fuzzy one as the tall human carried me in. There are more humans l ike this tall one. They look at me with the same sad eyes, they all know my pain. I must be close to doggy heaven.

Foxy was at the vet. I like to think of the techs and doctors at this office as angels to these homeless, helpless dogs so I am sure that was what she must have felt. After a careful examination, the doctors determined that Foxy’s collar had grown into her neck and created a hole not only in her larynx but also in her esophagus. The outcome for this little red dog did not look good.

What had led someone to neglect a dog for so long that the collar once put upon this dog as purely a sign of possession had now actually grown so tight that the dog’s skin had literally grown around it. How could someone have so little disregard for one of God’s creatures?

The tall woman and the 2 doctors talked and decided Foxy deserved any chance they could give her. The tall woman had very strong feelings about chained dogs and constantly fought a battle to save as many dogs as she could that were caught in the cruel predicament of being a chained dog. These thoughts plagued her mind as she awaited the 2 doctor’s word of Foxy’s fate. And though they fought a valiant battle, the 2 doctors were unable to repair the severe damage that weeks of neglect had wrung on the poor helpless body of little Foxy.

She died on the verge of coming into a life of ease. For I know all about the poor helpless dogs that this tall woman takes under her wing. They are grateful dogs. They are happy dogs. They are sometimes fat and sassy dogs. And that’s ok.

The tall women can not forget those eyes but now knows Foxy is in a better place and there is no more pain, only love. Foxy crossed the bridge October 23rd, 2007

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