Pretty certain many of us can share the collective experience of being a kid and accompanying one, or both parents, as we took our ready-to-be-retired wheels in to ___________ dealership, in ____________ city that we originated in, and then drove away with a newer model vehicle.
There was probably a lesson it in, and maybe a lecture – if you were lucky -about how “money doesn’t grow on trees,” and that “you should be grateful we even have a car, because many people don’t.”
Interestingly, or maybe alarmingly, we have seen this same scenario played out in our culture with relationships. Being that we are peopled in LA, we see high profile gents dust away the faithful partner that was good enough for ____ years, that mothered ____ children, in favor of a smoking-hot new-on-the-scene model, that just did her first commercial, and will so appreciate the reservations, the parties, and the meetings she will now be making, in exchange for dating her grandfather.
Let’s be clear this is an equal opportunity phenomenon, with some ladies also wishing for Moore, from a younger partner; It is not relegated solely to Celebrity. Not by any means.
Deal is, humans can negotiate and play this out among themselves, and though someone invariably is hurt, that person at least has an idea of what happened.
Disgustingly, this ‘living exchange’ is played out all too often in the animal world. We see it far too often in rescue.
When we approached the kennel of this ELEVEN YEAR OLD senior, we observed a dark brown/black curled up matted mop in the corner concrete. Shaking. She is housed with a small Chi that did not have any interest in any humans coming close to either. Protector?
When we called to her she did not move. Just more shaking. We waited her out, and kept speaking to her and she popped her head up in search of whoever was speaking to her.
A little back-story:
Preciousa evidently was not ‘preciousa’ any longer to the family (grunting as typing, here) that dumped her at the shelter because she was “too old,” and then proceeded in, looked around, and decided on adopting a puppy instead.
Yeah, you read that right.
We knew this and little else while we were trying to get her attention.
Once we gained access to the kennel, I crawled through the pass-through between the inside-outside slider door to access this frightened Poodle-Spaniel mix.
We kept calling and calling, and I even made my voice higher, as so many of these kids are male fearful, and she finally acknowledged me, and started to head over. It was at this moment we saw that she was slowed because she was looking for the direction. Of the voices. That is correct – She is BLIND.
No, not bad enough that she is so gentle, old, and left for death, but this being – THAT HAS NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED, WHAT SHE DID WRONG, OR WHERE SHE IS…..CANNOT SEE.
This sweet old girl has three days left alive. Once her date hits, and she is assessed…
Listen, like you, we know she deserves out of this environment, a completely new name that has nothing to do with any sub-humans from her past, and as much kindness/empathy/warmth, and ease as she wishes.
Consider fostering or adoption this sweet senior in need, would you?
We will not bail her, stick her in boarding, and terrify her further.
She must go into a home, whether temporary or permanent.
We need any help possible. She needs to see a vet, be cleaned up, and if NY speaks first, she will need a flight – to whichever loving home is right.
Los Angeles or New York: We have three days to right the wrongs of some ignorant people….and restore the faith in humankind that this pup deserves to have.