Seeing an animal suffer is one of the most upsetting sights we can witness in our lives. When we hear stories that touch our emotions, it’s difficult to walk on without wondering if they had happy endings. That is possibly why we feel comforted when we see animal lovers and rescuers compassionately helping these terrible animals.
And here is the story of Hope’s little daughter and her offspring, who were abandoned long before the dog gave birth. This truth made it painfully evident that the unfortunate animal had to suffer for a long time.
The sad truth was only revealed when an animal rights activist approached the area where the hairy girl lay. Hope was cuddled by the female, who assured her that she was nursing six little puppies. As a demonstrator, she declared she had never witnessed anything so destructive to her spirit.
“I was ready to feed all the dogs when Hope, a female who was half her type’s size and could hardly move, approached me with her sparkling eyes,” the rescuer explained.
She took her in her arms tenderly and without hesitation. She learned there were ten cubs, four of which died as a result of the savagery they had been put to alongside their mother and siblings.
Some of these innocent little canines perished as a result of snake bites, others as a result of harsh weather, but the four that died unfairly, with no one to blame, were truly tragic.
Hope was in a precarious situation. Her weight was less than half that of an animal her size, breed, and age. She did needed to feed eight cubs in order to keep them all alive.
The lady realized she had to do everything she could to ensure that the animals could be adopted and receive the care they needed to live and heal. As a result, she began to provide for certain families who took charge of their own life.
One of the baptized children, Teddy, now lives like a king. The activist promises him that she will always love him and be his godmother, and she is glad for the aid.
Caramelo and Tobby were also adopted, while Lola, Coco, and Max were still waiting for their families. Max, on the other hand, died in agony from a gastrointestinal infection.
“Thankfully, Coco is now with a new family; Lola was still behind, but the efforts continued,” the campaigner stated.
Hope has already been sterilized, and all of the children have found loving homes, much to everyone’s satisfaction.
Despite the fact that they were late for Lola, she was finally able to fly after 7 months of waiting. Since then, she has been enjoying her new life with her brother Alex.
Despite her problems, Hope is a vibrant young woman who is eager to share her love and friendship. You will never have to go through the anguish of a road maternity again. Share this emotional savior with others.
The pet I’ll never forget: Ella the puppy threw up on me, snubbed me and after 10 years decided to love me
Mum, Dad, my brother Michael: everyone in the family got more affection from our ridgeback-staffie cross. And guess whose bed she used to poo on…
I think the tone was set when Ella threw up over me on the way back from the Dogs Trust. She was three months old, rolling around on the back seat between me and my twin brother, Michael (we’d just turned seven), and wasn’t enjoying her first trip in a car. She could have been sick anywhere – over the seat, over the floor – but for some reason she decided to climb on to me first.
It was the start of a beautiful but strangely one-sided friendship. Ella, a ridgeback-staffie cross, was the perfect dog: playful, energetic, naughty and tolerant. She would let us poke and prod her without complaint, turn her ears inside-out or dress her up in T-shirts or the thick woollen poncho my Greek Cypriot grandma knitted her for the British winter. And she was endlessly loving, at least to the other members of the family. Me? Too often it was as if I didn’t exist. If Michael and I were sitting on the sofa, she’d bound up to him. If I came home after a day out with my dad, he was the one she’d jump at. If I tried to take her for a walk by myself, she’d drag her feet and insist that I fetch my brother.
To add insult to injury, about once a year she would do a poo in the house. Not just anywhere, though: she’d climb the stairs to my room and leave it in a neat pile on top of my bed.
I can’t pretend I wasn’t offended by Ella’s attitude – I loved her just as much as anyone. But it took me a while to realise that in her eyes we were both bitches fighting for our place in the pack. I read that dogs are 98.8% wolf, even yappy little chihuahuas. Ella was a definite she-wolf and my mother (she who opened the tin of dog food every night) was the undisputed alpha female. Ella could handle that fact, but she didn’t want to be the omega female. That was me.
Working out the reasons for Ella’s lack of sisterhood, understanding that her indifference was atavistic and not just casual, didn’t make me any less jealous of my brother, who always took great pleasure in the fact that Ella seemed to prefer him. But I resigned myself to the situation. And then one day (happy ending, anyone?) everything changed. I must have been 16 or 17, we’d been away for a fortnight in France, and when we got back it was me she ran up to first, whining and twisting with pleasure at seeing me again. After that it was like all those years of competition had never happened. We were best friends for ever, or at least for the couple of years she had left. Ella finally loved me.
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