rayandsarah
Completely Boxer Crazy
I work as an animal control officer in the county I live and I have seen the worst of the worst when it comes to animals. I would like to share my story with an amazing dog I had the pleasure of knowing.
Last fall I received a call from the local police department about a pit bull locked in a hot car that was unconscious. Once I arrived I opened the door and a beautiful flashy fawn boxer collapses out of the car. I immediately pick him up put him in my van and turn the air on. A wonderful witness filled up a jug and soaked a towel in cold water for me. I put the towel on the dog and poured the water on him. I rushed back to the shelter calling ahead to let them know the situation praying he wouldn't die on my way. When I arrived at the shelter and opened the van doors this beautiful boy was holding his head up. I felt relief but knew he wasn't in the clear. I put him in an ice bath and kept pouring cool water all over him. The triage nurse took his temp and it had reached 105.6. It took about 10 minutes and he decided that he was going to actually sit. I was so happy to see that he wanted to sit. The triage staff continued to monitor him through out the day. Within the next few days we could tell he was going to make a full recovery.
A few weeks went by and the shelter director decided to send him to foster until his case went to trial or the judge awarded us custody. He was neutered and sent to a foster home. This foster home was an ex-employee of the shelter and was so excited to foster him. Within the time I brought him in and he went to his foster home I would get him out of his kennel everyday and spend sometime playing with him and honestly just loving on him. I was debating on fostering him myself but my husband was against it since we have 3 already and he knew I would want to keep him.
His new foster mom kept giving us updates on how well he was doing and that she found a family who really wanted to adopt him. Director agreed to let the interested party adopt him as long as they followed our protocol of filling out an application. We never received anything. At this time the foster mom stopped returning our calls. We had no clue where she was or more importantly where the dog was.
Our director decided to take the foster mom to court to give us back the beautiful boxer. The day of court came last week and we were told that the dog had died back in May. The foster mom stated that she went out of town for about a month and forgot her phone. Her mom found the dog dead and didn't tell her because she didn't want to ruin her trip. I believed this to be a lie and that she was just saying this because she gave the dog away to somebody. The shelter got a court order to have the body dug up and delivered to the shelter if the dog was dead like she said. Of course she couldn't bring him to us so we offered to pick his body up.
It was my job to pick him up today and I just kept thinking that it wasn't him. When I arrived she had a small tote taped up. The tote was so small that I knew an adult male boxer couldn't fit in it. Once I was back at the shelter I opened the tote and unwrapped the 3 garbage bags that contained an animal. It was a dog but I would have bet my entire paycheck that it wasn't a boxer. It was so tiny and decomposed. Finally we started scanning the bugs, hair, bones, and decomposing flesh for a chip. The scanner beeped and the chip that was on the scanner matched the chip we had recored for the boxer. My heart sank.
I worked so hard to save this beautiful boys life from his idiot owner to have the foster mom kill him. My heart hurts that he was alone on his last day on this earth with no one to comfort him. Just like he was alone when he almost died in that hot car. He was only 3 yrs and had such a hard life. At least this beautiful boy is running free and I am forever thankful for getting the short time I had with him. R.I.P. beautiful boxer I am so sorry.
Last fall I received a call from the local police department about a pit bull locked in a hot car that was unconscious. Once I arrived I opened the door and a beautiful flashy fawn boxer collapses out of the car. I immediately pick him up put him in my van and turn the air on. A wonderful witness filled up a jug and soaked a towel in cold water for me. I put the towel on the dog and poured the water on him. I rushed back to the shelter calling ahead to let them know the situation praying he wouldn't die on my way. When I arrived at the shelter and opened the van doors this beautiful boy was holding his head up. I felt relief but knew he wasn't in the clear. I put him in an ice bath and kept pouring cool water all over him. The triage nurse took his temp and it had reached 105.6. It took about 10 minutes and he decided that he was going to actually sit. I was so happy to see that he wanted to sit. The triage staff continued to monitor him through out the day. Within the next few days we could tell he was going to make a full recovery.
A few weeks went by and the shelter director decided to send him to foster until his case went to trial or the judge awarded us custody. He was neutered and sent to a foster home. This foster home was an ex-employee of the shelter and was so excited to foster him. Within the time I brought him in and he went to his foster home I would get him out of his kennel everyday and spend sometime playing with him and honestly just loving on him. I was debating on fostering him myself but my husband was against it since we have 3 already and he knew I would want to keep him.
His new foster mom kept giving us updates on how well he was doing and that she found a family who really wanted to adopt him. Director agreed to let the interested party adopt him as long as they followed our protocol of filling out an application. We never received anything. At this time the foster mom stopped returning our calls. We had no clue where she was or more importantly where the dog was.
Our director decided to take the foster mom to court to give us back the beautiful boxer. The day of court came last week and we were told that the dog had died back in May. The foster mom stated that she went out of town for about a month and forgot her phone. Her mom found the dog dead and didn't tell her because she didn't want to ruin her trip. I believed this to be a lie and that she was just saying this because she gave the dog away to somebody. The shelter got a court order to have the body dug up and delivered to the shelter if the dog was dead like she said. Of course she couldn't bring him to us so we offered to pick his body up.
It was my job to pick him up today and I just kept thinking that it wasn't him. When I arrived she had a small tote taped up. The tote was so small that I knew an adult male boxer couldn't fit in it. Once I was back at the shelter I opened the tote and unwrapped the 3 garbage bags that contained an animal. It was a dog but I would have bet my entire paycheck that it wasn't a boxer. It was so tiny and decomposed. Finally we started scanning the bugs, hair, bones, and decomposing flesh for a chip. The scanner beeped and the chip that was on the scanner matched the chip we had recored for the boxer. My heart sank.
I worked so hard to save this beautiful boys life from his idiot owner to have the foster mom kill him. My heart hurts that he was alone on his last day on this earth with no one to comfort him. Just like he was alone when he almost died in that hot car. He was only 3 yrs and had such a hard life. At least this beautiful boy is running free and I am forever thankful for getting the short time I had with him. R.I.P. beautiful boxer I am so sorry.
