Written by Ed Kostro of Illinois
It was only a few days before Christmas when I got a call about a small dog that had been wandering around a city park for the last four or five days in the snow. I was told that he was extremely skittish, and that he would rush away from anyone who tried to approach him. The caller also told me that this dog was darting in and out of traffic on an extremely busy street, and that it wouldn’t be long before he would be struck and killed by a car.
I quickly headed out to the area to see if I could help capture this poor little guy before he was injured, but I couldn’t find him anywhere. As I was just about to head back home, I spotted him wandering down the street, his head hung low, his tail between his legs. An icy mix of rain and snow was falling, and this tiny street orphan looked both forlorn and frozen, as he aimlessly wandered on.
I sadly began following him in my car, knowing that there was no point in calling out to him or in attempting to chase him down. I knew that he would just bolt and vanish into the night if I attempted to do that. But after about an hour of following after him, an opportunity to help him suddenly presented itself. He had wandered into a gangway, and into someone’s backyard.
I jumped out of my vehicle and I followed him into the yard, hoping and praying that the back gate of this house’s yard was secured, and very thankfully, it was. I quickly rushed into the yard and closed the front gate behind me, and this starving, terrified, frozen little street orphan had nowhere left to run.
He was completely traumatized at being cornered by a stranger, and he wanted no part of my help. It took quite a while before I managed to corral him with a loop leash, but once I did, he very grudgingly allowed me to lead him back to my truck.
In the Warmth of the Truck, He Began to Relax
Once inside my truck, it took another hour for him to stop trembling from fear and the frigid weather. He eventually did calm down, enjoying the warmth of my truck’s heater after being out in the cold for several days, and he eventually even allowed me to softly stroke his head and neck. By the time that we reached the animal hospital, he was my buddy.
He had no collar, no tags, no microchip and he had not been neutered – eight of ten street orphans that I manage to rescue these days have none of these – and many of them have been very cruelly abandoned by their owners. ‘Buddy’ spent the next few days at the animal hospital while the search for his family continued.
This search has sadly not been successful so far. But luckily for this street orphan, we did find a very compassionate woman who was willing to foster and even adopt him if his family is not located. My spouse and I delivered Little Buddy to his new foster home on Christmas Eve, where he is once again being properly cared for and loved. See the photos of Buddy After Rescue
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