Two short stories of 2 dogs that we had to give up to death far too quickly. One of the two dogs was brought to our gate in the courtyard by ungrateful people who were not ready to keep their own dog until their last breath. The other dog had been running around the nearby town as a new street dog for over 2 weeks and had a visibly large wound on the side of his back.
A car honks wildly in front of our yard and begs for attention. Dita went to see why and found a happy young man with his daughter who had a white dog with them. I was continuing to build the canopies in the yard, and when Dita came back she had a white dog in her arms and was carrying it upstairs to our yard. The dog was blind and visibly sick and weak, he could´t even walk. Dita told me that the man with a big smile expressed his admiration for what we are doing and at the same time wanted to give his blind, dying dog to us because they can no longer take care of him. The medical bills were probably too high, and he couldn't financially afford the doctor's visits, nor could he mentally afford to let his dog take his last breaths. But he was smiling all the time ...
We didn't even have time to come up with a name for the poor creature before he died with us. We made a place ready for him with us, where he could be "alone" with us. We wanted to give him all our attention. The dog was blind and seriously ill, no longer ate and was visibly close to death. How to give away a beloved pet in its final hours He couldn't see anything and was possibly also deaf, but animals still notice that they are somewhere else. We were sure that he was completely scared by the new, unexpected situation of being on our farm with so many other animals around him. He died on our farm within 2 days.
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"Tiny"
"Tiny", the new street dog in town, made it difficult for us to find him or to take him in with us at first. He ran all over town, we followed him when we were shopping in town and tried to win his trust. We informed a few shopkeepers who we often ran errands at, and asked them to let us know if they saw the dog anywhere. One day we got a call from one of the shopkeepers, he said the dog was next to his shop and had been tied to a fence by helpers so that we could get him.
We got there and saw a very large dog tied to the fence, scared, distraught, and injured. We immediately untied the line from the fence and tried to lead him to our yard, but he could hardly walk because of weakness. So I carried him to Dita's sister's house. The wound on the back was already arched up at the edge and had innumerable maggots in it. We had to help him as soon as possible, so we put him in a shady spot in the garden, got water and dry food, and began using our means to remove the maggots from the wound with tweezers. When we removed the first layer of maggots, we found more maggots deeper in the wound. It was unimaginable, we took about 200 maggots from the wound and put a bandage around his back and shoulder when we had removed all the maggots. Visibly exhausted, he lay in the shade after a few sips of water and rested. We didn't have much hope that he would survive as deep as the maggots had already invaded his body. Still, we tried everything to at least make him feel like someone was taking care of him.
When we arrived at the farm we changed his bandage twice a day and treated his wound, but unfortunately he died after 4 days on the farm. I was with him when the life drained from his body. For the last few minutes he kept trying to find shelter under the bed in order to be able to die protected there. I will never forget the pictures when I saw the light draining from his eyes and they became more and more dull when he took one last big, releasing breath.
written March 27th | 2021
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