Really long and drawn out story, but I'll try to keep it short and simple. I have been working at my vet's office since April, I've been unofficially employed there since birth...but that's another story in itself! And when I took the job, it was with the understanding that not all animals can be saved and I will not be a Florence Nightengale to ill or emaciated animals.
I was doing really well, but allow me to introduce myself...my name is now Florence Nightengale! Animal services was notified this morning of neglected dogs, with several dead somewhere in the city. Upon arrival, the AC Officer found a number of deceased animals in a pile. As the officer was removing the bodies, he found this:
We are calling him "Fly", or as Hayleigh says "the Fly". I won't go into detail as to where the name originated, but let's just say that his tail was being literally eaten away by maggots. He is severely emaciated, dehydrated, and in pitiful health. But, he has a chance. If he can survive until Friday one of our wonderful doctors is going to dock his tail, for obvious reasons...and he will be reevaluated for further treatment.
At this point all we can do is hope and pray, and you should see the list of things that I will be doing for him literally around the clock. So, you all pray and I will medicate, and feed, and warm rice bags...
I really hope he pulls through! I found out very recently that my Daddy, who was diagnosed with ColoRectal Cancer in February, is not going to be with us alot longer. I have taken Fly on as my project to help me through this time, and I am convinced that I need him as much as he needs me right now.