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To show
how little people care and how cavalier they can be in the treatment of
an animal, may I Now as a
rule, the animals that come from flea markets are from "puppymills". If
you aren't familiar with the term, let me expand for you. A "puppymill" is
simply a place where they have every kind of pure breed of dog you can
imagine. They are allowed to breed and breed and breed and breed. That
is all the poor animals do. They give birth to litter after litter of
puppies that are taken to these flea markets and sold to the
unsuspecting
Suffice it
to say, if in fact Mason did come from one of these places, he was one
of the lucky ones. He's a very nice dog. Free of any problems we have
been able to identify and he's already three years old so any problems
would have surfaced by now. His transgression that landed him on the
road was that he might have dug holes or marked or been guilty of
another infraction, all of which could have been dealt with but instead,
they simply chose to "get rid of him" so they dumped him on a
country road & left him to fend for himself. It is easy
to see in this picture how starved Mason became before he was rescued.
Companion animals who are abandoned & left to make it on their own often
die a slow, painful death by starvation. They don't know how to
find food for themselves because they have always been fed by a human.
But, sometimes .. God just needs an animal to come to the Bridge more
than we need him here. This was one of those times. During
routine testing, we discovered that Mason had Heartworms so bad that the
vet determined he should be given the medicine to kill the heartworms in
half doses so his recovery would take twice as long but it would be
safer for him. Mason was fostered by Jana, one of the vet
techs from our clinic in Jacksboro. She saw to it that he was kept
very quite and inside where it was cool during the recovery time.
He seemed to do well for a while & then tragedy struck.
In spite of the best medical care & all the love that was poured out on
him, Mason began to develop tumors. A fast maturing cancer was
ravishing his weakened body. His hopes of recovery went to zero &
on July 25, 2004, Mason was allowed to cross over the Bridge, cradled in
the arms of those who had so lovingly cared for him.
His adopted family & all of us who knew & cared for him for the short
time he was with us will never forget him. He was truly a
magnificent boy .. and someday we will all be together again.
R I P Mason |
introduce
to you, MASON. I hasten to add, Mason is not your run-of-the-mill
stray. No, rather one look will tell you that he is a pure bred
Springer Spaniel and by breed standards, a darn good one. Chances are
whoever had him didn't pay a cent for him though because they probably
don't have a "pot or a window" as the old saying goes. They most likely
got him at a flea market as a puppy and planned on breeding him so they
could make the money they might have paid for him, back.
public. As a rule, puppies from these horrible places
are often sick or born out of mother/son, father/daughter or
brother/sister breeding and can have a myriad of problems that can't be
identified until much later. But I digress.
We invested our
hearts in him but we do that with all our animals. Mason
had a wonderful home all ready to go to & he would have been
a much loved & cherished member of his new family. They were all
set to provide him with the
"furever home" he deserved for the rest of his natural life.