Today The Great Animal Rescue Chase brings you the story of an Oklahoma woman who seized the opportunity to help a desperate dog on Christmas Eve. Sometimes you don’t get a second chance to do the right thing. That moment of truth might come on your way to work, on the eve of a big date or even on a national holiday. But what defines us as animal lovers is our ability to put aside our own plans in favor of something greater…
By Shavonn Viddaurri of Tulsa, Oklahoma
It was a very cold day this past Christmas Eve. I was walking back from visiting my grandma who lived next door. As I entered my yard, I noticed a familiar stray I hadn’t seen in a couple of weeks, a female Pit Bull.
I had been keeping an eye on her since I moved in earlier that spring. My grandma told me she had been wandering our neighborhood for a few years. Over the summer, I watched her survive and I would often put food and water out for her, though she would never let me approach her. She got pregnant and so I started regularly feeding and watering her so her pups would have a good chance. She got to the point where she would sometimes take food from my fingers, but if I tried to touch her, she would bolt.
And Now She Had Puppies to Care For
After a certain time, it was obvious that she had given birth. Luckily, I found them nearby in a neighbor’s old doghouse. She’d had nine puppies! I decided to leave them there because she would not come near and I did not want to risk her abandoning them. The people who lived there were also feeding her. I knew eventually I would see the pups start to wander around the yard and then for safety reasons, it would be time to initiate a rescue plan for them all.
Unfortunately, when it came time to do so, the neighbors decided she and her pups were theirs and didn’t want to let them go. It was a sad situation because other than a little food and water, they were left to fend for themselves in the new, colder weather. So I watched and continued to feed her.
Dramatic Christmas Eve Rescue Begins
On that Christmas Eve, as I watched her on that corner, I noticed there was something odd about her chest. It looked red and like something was stuck to her. As I walked to where her pups were coming out to greet her (they were about nine weeks old), she came over and I could see that she had a huge laceration and the skin was flapping about as if someone had peeled it down. It was very deep; so much so that I could’ve put my entire hand inside of it. I sat down to think of what to do and as her pups crawled over to me, she came over and acted as if I had been handling her all her life. It was like she was asking me to help her. I didn’t hesitate.
I knocked on the neighbor’s door and told them of her medical needs. I told them if this was their dog, she needed to be taken to the vet immediately or I would call the police. They said she wasn’t theirs (of course), so I told them that I was taking her and her pups at that very moment and getting them help. Sadly, at this point, there were only six pups remaining from the original nine.
As I carried the pups to my yard, she eagerly followed and soon I had the little family warm and safe in my garage. I used some bandaging, antibiotic ointment and a little, slightly snug dog sweater, to hold her wound together. I bombarded my Facebook page and within two days, all of the pups had wonderful homes. Mama Dog, however, was another story.
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