On April 18, 2023, a neighbor stopped by our house looking for me. He had found three tiny puppies, their eyes still closed, abandoned in the dry river bed. Sadly, they appeared to have been disposed of by someone who didn’t want them, like garbage. When he went to investigate, he found that one of the little puppies was already dead, her skull cracked. The dead puppy’s two sisters lay next to her, alive but not for long if they stayed there in the hot, unrelenting sun. Knowing he didn’t have the means to care for the puppies, he brought them to my house in a plastic bucket.
Less than 24 hours before, I had celebrated the fact that my last two rescues would finally be flying to Canada in May. Since I would be traveling for six weeks at the end of May, I was relieved I wouldn’t have to leave my partner to take care of rescues and he could just have to concern himself with our six dogs and one cat who thinks he’s a dog. Imagine my surprise and worry when I was being handed two, week-old puppies less than 24 hours later.
That’s the thing about rescue work. It never ends, and it certainly doesn’t care that you have plans. You must make a decision in a split second and it’s heartbreaking every single time. You see, if you decide to help, you’ve saved that one dog but you may have forfeited your ability to help others. If you decide not to help, you’ve almost surely written the dog’s death sentence or at least condemened it to continue a miserable life. But, you can’t help them all, it’s not possible or reasonable.
On this day, as I kissed and snuggled these week-old baby girls, I knew I couldn’t say no. I scooped them up and brought them to the vet for a check-up, having zero knowledge of caring for puppies so small.
And yet, here we are, almost three months later, and Thelma & Louise are thriving! They’ve had all their major vaccines, will be spayed in about 10 days, and maybe traveling to Canada by early August.
I could not have successfully gotten Thelma & Louise to this point without the help of my partner, Isa. He has been playing the roll of puppy dad while I’ve been in the U.S. helping my sister with her rescue dogs. Six weeks of caring for those two crazy girls PLUS our six dogs and Bill, the dog-like cat has not been easy, and I am eternally grateful to him.
Enjoy the pictures of “the girls”. I can’t believe how fast this time with them has gone and I’m eternally grateful for the experience. I know I’m capable of handling whatever rescue sends my way.