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I think I was about nine months old. It is hard to know. I certainly was still a puppy. My life had been very hard, and it just got worse. I was sick, hungry, thirsty, frightened and alone that night. I remember hearing new voices, nobody I had ever heard before. They were talking, talking to the humans I knew, but who did not care for me. My eyes were so swollen from my skin condition that I was blind. I lay in a ball, I was ready to die. In my puppy mind death could not be any worse that the pain and suffering I was experiencing.
These people were about to leave. They sounded nice, I wanted them to see me but I no longer had the strength to move or make myself known to them when suddenly the man saw me. He came over to me, I won’t lie I was frightened, “What was he going to do to me?’. He bent down, and very gently picked me up.
I heard the other humans, the ones I knew but who did not take care of me, say “you can take him”.
We got in the truck. I could tell the man was really upset. We dogs are smart like that, we can feel what humans are feeling. I knew just looking at me made him want to cry.
They took me back to this big room with lots of cages and other dogs. They were gentle with me. I am glad they were because everything hurt. They put me in a cage, it was dry and clean, they gave me fresh clean water and some food….Wow! Maybe this was heaven! The other dogs around me were sleeping.
I lay down, even though all the sores on my body made jying down painful. I went to sleep! The next day the lady was there again, she spoke to me, I had never known kindness, but I recognized it right away…She brought me out of the cage, I could not see, my face was so swollen that my eyes were tightly shut.
I heard another lady say “ Oh, we can save him…I have seen worse cases get better”….They fed me, they gave me water, they bathed me and the doctor looked at me. They gave me a name: ROGER!
My front leg was a mess…I don’t remember what happened, but I couldn’t really walk properly…I went back into my new safe place: the cage…
After a few days, I began to see, the swelling had gone down.
I saw my new people for the first time…I wagged my tail lots, and I licked them…they smiled and stroked me. I never knew humans would stroke you. Where I came from they threw rocks at me and told me to “git”! My new people loved seeing me wag my tail!
Then all the other dogs left the big place. Oh oh I thought…where do I go?
“Come on Roger” they loaded me up in their car and took me home. That was a new word for me, I thought. Home is where there were other dogs (all rescues from MY part of town!), food all day, water, trees, toys and LOVE…
The put a t-shirt on me because I was still pink from my skin condition and could get sun burned. They took me swimming, they taught me to play…I had never been a puppy before. I did not know how to play, I had to learn.
When I was stronger. They put me in a plane and took me in the air over the water to a big dog hospital . Before I had my BIG leg surgery, I went to Petsmart, WOW, all those toys. I guess lots of humans really love their dogs!…now I look like all the other dogs. I have a normal front leg, I have lots of beautiful fur, I have toys and a home and I have the most important thing of all. I have all the love in the world and I am never scared or frightened because I have my special humans to take care of me forever.
Oh, yes…and you know what else I did? Not many Bahamian dogs get to do this:
I rode in an elevator in Florida, and wasn’t scared, because, I had my humans with me!
I did have a name before I met my humans, but I have forgotten it and left it behind…I AM ROGER, see me grow!