Nobody’s Dogs are euthanized, unwanted, every day, all over the world. Nobody’s Dogs are abandoned to a horrible fate, because nobody loves Nobody’s Dog.
No responsibility is taken for Nobody’s Dog and no one is a voice for Nobody’s Dog. Nobody stands up and says “yes, that dog is mine.” Nobody says “I love that dog.” Nobody’s Dog is destroyed someplace cold, terrifying and alone.
Droopy came to Beaver Creek Farm Sanctuary as Nobody’s Dog. He’d been Nobody’s Dog for a long time. When he walked out of his shipping crate after 28 hours from an international rescue group, we all gasped with shock at his appearance. He was skeleton thin. His red and rashed, bleeding skin was stretched too taut over his small frame. He trotted out and glanced around not quite sure what he would find. We were just as shocked as Droopy.
What he found was food and fresh water. He found a soft, warm, clean bed and gentle hands to hold him close. He found love. Droopy became a Beaver Creek Farm Sanctuary dog. He now belonged to a group of animal lovers, not one, but a family of those that would love him until he found his furever home.
Droopy was clearly sick when he arrived. At first, we held the hope that we could heal him, thatwe could fix him, and that our love and respite from hardship would be enough to make him well.
The vet confirmed our worst fears. Droopy was dying. There were treatments, but she feared it was too late. We talked for a day about trying the treatment. We decided neither we, nor Droopy were ready to throw in the towel, so we paid for the expensive medications and started to treat him.
Despite our attentions, our every consideration, each day that passed Droopy was getting sicker. Each hour that passed we saw the life energy ebbing from his wee body. He looked at us on a chilly November morning and Droopy told us it was time to stop the pain.
We took our dog Droopy to the vet the very next morning. With a heavy heart and a sense of failure we held him close while he took his final breaths.
His body stopped trembling as he found his peace; we watched as he finally relaxed and went to find friends. We take small comfort knowing our well-loved dogs who have crossed the bridge already will be greeting Droopy and showing him the endless treats, wide open fields and warm beds of that other place.
Eulogy for a Rescued Dog
Droopy will ask “how did I get here so fast? I thought Nobody’s Dog had to wait to get into heaven.”
They tell him, “Don’t you see? You became Somebody’s Dog. Your people love you as much as mine loved me. You got to heaven so quickly because their tears paved the way.”
Droopy is loved by so many people in the Beaver Creek Farm Sanctuary family and will be dearly missed … as Somebody’s Dog.
Eulogy for a Rescued Dog
by Amy Bremner, Co-Founder
Beaver Creek Farm Sanctuary