Little Bicalina found herself one day dumped at a killshelter with her siblings (one brother/one sister). Her trachea had been kicked in, her tail was broken, her kneecaps dislocated,her teeth were rotten and her claws were so long that they painfully grew into her tender pads. She was malnourished and sick, and since she hasn’t had any pleasant contact with humans, she was in a state of panic if one – especially men – just glanced at her. The shelter was about to do to her, what they do to thousands of unwanted pets every day and that was to euthanize this bundle of injury and fear. Make room for more unwanted pets……. That’s when the breed rescue (www.drna.org) stepped in and got her out of there. They tended to her external wounds and fixed her up as best they could. She was put in a foster home, where she spent most of her days under the sofa in fear of that new world she was all in a sudden exposed to. The only “home” she’s ever known was a cage she was barely able to turn around in. She was discarded, because she stayed “empty”. Her sick little body couldn’t nourish growing puppies inside of her any more. They put her in a breed stand where she was raped………..to no avail. She had become useless and she had to go.
Now, in her new life, all in a sudden she felt grass for the first time under her paws and she experienced the sunlight and two square meals a day. People came to see her, but nobody wanted to adopt her, because she was untouchable. She didn’t know, that it meant affection, when people petted her. She snapped at people out of fear in self defense.
My own dachshund just had died at age 16 and I was missing her terribly. A good friend of mine told me about Bica (back then her name was “Maisie”) and that they could not find a home for her. We took her in and started a very, very slow rehabilitation process. Hubby dearest was not able to touch her for about two years. I got bitten a lot of times, but I didn’t give up on her. I knew, she would be coming around. Now, Bica is my little shadow. She goes wherever I go. She loves to cuddle and she loves to go to the woods every day. Even hubby is allowed to bend over her now and pet her. She reminds us of a feral animal and she will never be completely “tame”, but she is such a sweet dog and we are her ‘furever’ home.
Once her eyes were dull and dead, but now the spark of life has lit them up and her little soul has returned. :-)
To Err is Human To Forgive is Canine! Don’t buy your next puppy at a pet store, because most likely, their parents live a life in such misery as Bica lived hers. Opt to adopt !