An elderly woman was brought to the nursing home where my daughter works. She was very distraught.  She was living alone with her “baby” Belle in Heritage Village.  She had had a stroke, leaving her partially paralyzed. She was unable to go back home and her son didn’t have “room” for her and her “mutt” – both of them needing extra care because her Belle was blind. She didn’t know what to do. Her son was going to take Belle to the vet’s to be PTS that afternoon and she was only 6 years old.  My daughter told her that I did rescue and that she would give me a call to see if I could take her dog in and that she would call her son and tell him not to take the dog to the vet.  The woman sat there and cried unable to thank my daughter enough.  Needless to say, when I got home from work I went and picked Belle up.  She was your typical blind cocker: scared in a new environment, not knowing where her “mother” went. Tied to a tree in the backyard, she sat huddled by a rock. The son came out the back door and when she heard him she cringed. 

 I took Belle home to meet the rest of my crew.  She blended in well and is learning commands and her way around.  She is a sweet loving little girl who’s had a hard time of it.  When I was grooming her I noticed a tumor in her ear. At that time a little over a month ago, it was about the size of a dime now it’s the size of a peach pit.  My vet says it’s following the path of least resistance and the sooner it’s removed the better it will be.  Even with all this she still has a tail that won’t quit and a kiss for everyone.  She is one of the sweetest cocker girls I’ve come across.

Her “mother” asks about her and as soon as I get her operated on, I will give her a sweet smelling bath, a clip and take her to see her previous owner in the home; I’m sure it will bring them both happiness.