This is Ol Boy. A member of the public alerted us to a dog who had been howling in pain for the past 3 days, asking for help. Was was paralysed and was lying in his pee and shit for the past 3 days.
We brought Ol Boy to the vet, but it did not look good. He was in alot of discomfort, and he was dying.
He cannot move because he is paralysed from a spine lesion, perhaps mestatasis of prostate cancer.
There were hundreds of ticks on him. It was horrifying. The poor boy has a Hemoglobin of 6. He will die soon if he does not get a transfusion.
We maintain our principle of not putting dogs down. We will keep him comfortable, then transfer him to a shelter where he will be given the best of care, and good food.
However, at this point, we need blood.
Ol Boy needs a transfusion by tomorrow if he were to know what it is like to be loved and to to have a taste of life off the street.
Then we can transfer him to shelter.
We need a big dog, more than 20kg, to give blood to him. If you can help, let me know. If not, I will let him slip away comfortably. He is now lethargic, but comforatable. Hundreds of ticks were removed from him earlier.
Visited Ol Boy at the vet.. 2nd packet of blood has gone in. He is more alert now, but drifting in and out of consciousness.
Communicator has spoken to Ol Boy.
He is dying, and he is preparing to go. He wants to leave on his own.. He does not want to be put to sleep.
Communicator has spoken to Ol Boy.
He is dying, and he is preparing to go. He wants to leave on his own.. He does not want to be put to sleep.
He is extremely grateful for the love and care that has been shown to him in his last moments. He prefers to die at home, with someone to love and hug him.
He asks for his ashes to be scattered in the wind in an open field.
As such, I will bring him home tomorrow..
And let him spend his last moments in the warmth of a home. Poor boy.
If only I met him earlier.
He asks for his ashes to be scattered in the wind in an open field.
As such, I will bring him home tomorrow..
And let him spend his last moments in the warmth of a home. Poor boy.
If only I met him earlier.