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SAM I AM
Because of old age, we had just lost two more of the many animals that we had saved from abusive situations. I was not in the mood to take on any more animals, mainly because of the high veterinary costs that we had incurred throughout the years. A process we began almost ten years ago; one that that has caused us many hardships.
As the wife and I were driving near the airport, all at once she turned into the Glynn County Animal Shelter and came to a stop.
"What are we doing here?" I asked her.
"I'm not sure," she replied.
I watched as she opened her door and began walking toward the fenced building.
"Going to come in with me?"
"I'm not going in there," I almost screamed.
I sat watching, as she disappeared into large white building.
There was just something about dog pounds that I hated. Maybe it was being locked in a cage. Maybe it was the sounds of the animals wanting to be rescued and loved. Feelings that I had know very well as an abused little boy.
"Roger," yelled Judy, several minutes later.
When I turned around I saw her standing in a small fenced area, a midsized black and tan dog jumping all over her. I got out of the truck and walked over to the fence.
"Isn't he beautiful?" she asked.
I just shook my head and began walking back to the truck.
"Will you please come in here," she hollered.
I stopped, turned around, and began walking toward the main building. Once inside I was led down a long hallway, dogs barking everywhere. It was almost deafening. As I walked along I tried not to look at the hundreds of animals screaming and barking at me.
As I enter the small fenced viewing area where Judy was waiting, the dog began to jump on me. When I ran my hand down his back I noticed a large scar. I asked the attendant what had caused the injury. She told me that he had been beaten with a metal coat hanger. Looking down at my legs I looked at the many scars that I had received, as a child, while living in a Jacksonville, Florida orphanage. I too had been beaten many times with such an instrument. I felt my neck begin to swell and my throat began to tighten. Very quickly I began walking toward the main entrance to get out of the building as quickly as possible.
"HIS NAME IS SAM AND HE IS GOING TO BE PUT DOWN TOMORROW!" yelled Judy.
"We just can't afford to save any more animals," I whispered.
Unable to speak I walked to the truck, closed and locked the door and I wiped my burning red eyes.
As Sam lies on the bed, between my wife and me tonight, for some reason he begins to lick the scars on my leg. In the faint light of the television, I reach over and I begin to pat him on his large scar and I whisper to myself, "Yes, I am Sam."
True stories from “The Life and Times of Roger Dean Kiser, author, child advocate.
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|Margolynn||OLD FOX TERRIER||1||Jun 19 2011, 7:29 PM EDT by Halboo1234|
Thread started: May 13 2010, 1:25 PM EDT Watch
I found him on a Fox Terrier rescue in Michigan. He was an older dog. His name was Chico. I drove all the way to Illinois from Wisconsin to pick him up. He was only with us for 2 years but he made us very happy. He did his job, alpha dog of the house, broke up the cats when they were getting frisky, barked at noises. He was somewhat blind, couldn't find his way back to the porch at night, so I kept the light on for him. He sat in his bed on the couch, loved cookies and we took him everywhere. Bundled him up in a blanket, as he slept on the back seat of the car. He was losing weight, not eating. It broke my heart to put him down, but he didn't need to suffer any longer and neither did I. We buried him in the back yard that he ran and rolled in next to the cats that were poisoned by a mean neighbor. For the short time we had him he was very much loved in his old age. Old dogs need love too like old people. I will see him again, I am sure.....
|lizwelenc||My Rescue Story ! Chocolate Lab, Weimeriner,( possibly) chessy mix||2||Oct 22 2009, 6:53 PM EDT by Barkwithmenow|
Thread started: Oct 1 2009, 6:51 AM EDT Watch
Ellie was rescued from South Carolina, found on the side of the road with her two brothers she was rescued, malnourished with a hernia, and some other health issues. Ellie was than brought to Massachusetts where my boyfriend and I adopted her into our family. We love her so much, and she has made our lives so much better. She is the sweetest dog, and it angers me to know that someone could carelessly drop her off on the side of the road and live with themselves. Ellie is currently entered in a cutest dog competition and would love to get you vote! She is one of a kind! http://www.cutestdogcompetition.com/vote.cfm?h=BB2C01E69CB0ABE91CEF1EDE44573BB2
|Anonymous||The video of Sam||0||Oct 1 2007, 10:46 PM EDT by Anonymous|
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