I am sorry that your former ‘owners’ did not feel it necessary to provide you with the most basic of preventatives, resulting in at least a hundred fleas on your emaciated body, and so many hookworms that you became severely anemic. In fact, you were so anemic that the second day you woke up here, you fainted during your potty break and the vet said a blood transfusion would be the most optimal course of action. Your gums and skin were so pale, they were the color of milk. In all my days as a veterinary assistant, your coloring was one of the worst I’ve ever seen.
I am sorry that you probably had never really slept due to the parasites that ravaged your skin day and night. With twenty dollars, I have ensured that you will not have to worry about them for at least a month, and I will continue to provide you with this peace of mind as long as you are here with us.
I am sorry that, to try and find some kind of relief, you scratched and chewed away your skin until it was raw, scarred, and bloody. So much so that in several places you no longer have fur and the vet even tested you for scabies, “just to be sure”.
I would be lying if I told you that I did not lose sleep over this. I stayed up until the early hours of the morning wondering how someone could look at a dog in this condition every day and do nothing to correct it. And from that point, how could anyone ignore any animal or another human being without having the slightest bit of compassion?
I don’t believe in coincidence. God sent you to us because he knew we would help. Even though I cannot keep you permanently, I will continue to work on healing you until you are ready for your new home.
Can you pray with me? Can you pray that a wonderful home opens its doors to Charlie? One that will allow him to sleep inside, spoil him rotten, make sure he never has to go hungry or fight fleas and worms again?