On the evening of June 2, I was on my front lawn with my two little dogs. An older woman and a girl in her teens alerted me to a dog wondering around the neighborhood.
She was docile, wobbly and very thin. With her in my arms, I knocked on doors to no avail. At home I gave her food and water. She looked sick and didn’t eat. Her fur around her neck was ruffled as if she’d had a collar.
Animal shelters won’t take dogs. Emergency veterinary hospitals wouldn’t unless you take full responsibility. I would pay a partial bill, not good enough, so many excuses! Clovis SPCA won’t take them from Fresno. Fresno SPCA “emergency” services had an answering service. Really?! Wait until Monday? Gee, thanks.
I picked her up and cried. She licked my face, and I cried more. No animal deserves to die alone. The next day Waterhouse took her. Diagnosis: large bladder tumor. At no cost, and with love, she crossed the “rainbow bridge.”
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Thank you, Waterhouse Animal Hospital.
Ilda Meacham, Fresno