Not sure where to begin with this post… a huge part of my recovery is missing now. Her name was Bella and the shelter may say that I saved her life, but the truth is, she literally saved mine… I was volunteering at the shelter for a few months after losing my beloved chocolate Lab, Brandy… we shared almost 14 short years together and for the first time in my life I was without a dog. I would go to the shelter and walk the dogs and as a hobby, I dabble in dog training; so during walks I would work on simple commands with the dogs, mostly “Pitbull” type dogs that too often get looked over in shelters. I am lucky, our shelter is a no kill one, but if dogs are there for years or cannot be adopted out due to their fears, etc, even the most devoted shelter sometimes has to make the humane call for euthanasia as opposed to stressing an animal beyond it’s limit by being confined. December 24th, 2012, I arrived at the shelter and this beautiful terrified dog was “found” and turned over to animal control, she was hiding under the office chair, terrified of noise, would urinate if a man so much as spoke around her, all the while shaking while trying to appear invisible. Her belly was swollen and her nipples were engorged and she was thought to be pregnant. I knew she had to get out of there if only to have her puppies in a home surrounded by people that would never hurt her. As I spent time with her trying to earn her trust (it wasn’t hard), we formed a bond. I had never seen a dog so traumatized or damaged. Her ears were cut off ruggedly most likely by scissors, she limped when she walked, but her eyes… those beautiful eyes… they just begged to be protected… what terrors had they seen?
I decided she would be my foster, but we had to wait a week as the rules were a dog had to remain at shelter for 7 days in case she was reclaimed. I visited every day and cried and fell in love… The biggest obstacle I had to overcome was that I had a husband at home and 3 adult sons of which one was still living at home. How would she react? Would she be scared? So on December 30th, because I was a volunteer we met on that Sunday due to the holiday, my husband and I went down to the shelter and I secretly got my hopes up… As we arrived, animal control went to hand me the leash and she huddled next to my husband and off they went on a little walk! He came back and just simply said to me “put her in the car”. I think we knew she was already ours on the ride home but didn’t want to jinx it. We took her home and fed her gave her a soft warm bed and some toys – she had no idea what to do with a toy. She just looked so relieved to be out of there. We gave her a bath and gave her some time to just be warm and dry. After a couple hours, she claimed this spot on the couch next to her second favorite human, my son…
Ahh the things we could learn from dogs. With New Years Even being the next night, we had already had plans, but my husband would not leave her alone, so I went to a friends for a couple of hours and found them cuddled on the couch when I got home… It was one of the best New Year’s Eve’s ever!
After seeing the vet a couple days later, it seemed Bella was not pregnant, but had recently given birth and then with her puppies probably sold she was dumped like garbage… I still get boiled up when I think of the monsters that did this to her… but as they say “one man’s trash is another’s treasure… and boy did we find a treasure!
I had only a month with Bella before getting hurt, although she bonded with us, she was still wary and wasn’t much of a snuggle dog with me yet, she was affectionate and her personality was coming out a bit, but still needed some time. She had this wonderful boxing dance she did at the top of the stairs when we would come home, it was hilarious and made my heart swell! Fast forward to the next several months, most of which I was either bed-ridden or in the hospital…. It is now somewhere either July or August when I finally went home, I was still confined to bed though. Bella usually would lay on the floor or stay on the couch most of the day, but then something was happening, unbeknownst to me. I was very sick and on a lot of medicines to fight the spinal infection, Bella starting getting on the bed and laying her head on my belly and crying and pawing me. After a couple days of this we ended up at ER again where it was found that I had C-Diff – a very dangerous, deadly infection brought on by antibiotics and or being in a hospital. I was very sick, back on IV therapy and more medicines and soon back home recovering again. Bella went back to pretty much ignoring me again as her bond was still stronger with the men due to my long absences. We started to question if she had known something was wrong with me as it was so strange how she just went back to leaving me once I was recovering. We got our answer a couple months later when I was sleeping and she hopped up on the bed put her head on my belly and started crying… I wasn’t actively sick yet, but we wasted no time and called my infectious disease Dr….. once again positive for C-Diff! Bella saved me again! My body was already fighting so much infection and dehydration happens so quick with this additional infection, I was too weak to realize how sick I was, but she knew… We mentioned it to my Dr. who confirmed that there are certain dogs who can sniff out C-Diff, much like a dog who sniffs out seizures, cancer and diabetes! The dog that was discarded as trash and abused by humans had just saved a humans life, how ironic is that. I will never be able to express the gratitude in one post that I have for that beautiful creature that I miss so much. We only had the blessing of Bella for 5 short years, but if you were lucky enough to know her, you loved her. She loved humans, babies, small children and even cats! How could someone torture something so pure and loving… I will never know, but I am so glad to have the pleasure of making her last 5 years full of love and affection… I love you Bella, until we meet again