I rescued a very sweet, horribly injured pitbull tonight on my way to work. He was running down the middle of a very busy street in the ghetto. I pulled over and he was scared at first, but climbed into my car. He was horribly injured from a dog fight. This poor sweet angel. I wish I had a camera so I could show you how bad it is. Half his ear is hanging off and you can see cartilage sticking out. One whole half of his face is torn up. He has injuries on every part of his body. Some of his puncture wounds you could stick a pencil eraser into. He has many gashes over an inch long and deep enough to require stitches. Some of his injuries won't stop bleeding hours later. He was disgustingly filthy. We had to bathe him for an hour to wash off caked dirt and dried blood before we could tend to his wounds. We left him in a bathroom with plenty of water and went to bed, planning to take him to the animal shelter (likely for immediate euthanasia) in the morning.
Then, a little bit ago, this horrible, horrible odor (like something dead) wafted into my room and I went in to check on the dog. There was black liquid diarrhea all over the floor and it was the most wretched thing I've ever smelled: Parvovirus--totally unmistakable from my humane society days. You should see this poor creature with all of his miserable injuries. And now to top it off he has this terrible virus that causes dogs to suffer and die.
And through all of this he is being such an angel. He does whatever we say. He's just sitting in the bathroom all sweet and quiet chewing on a bone I bought him. He wags his tail when I open the bathroom door.
I cannot imagine the suffering he would have gone through if we hadn't picked him up. He would be out in the Indiana winter, wet, caked in mud and blood, every part of his body stinging in pain, and his poor insides wracked with this horrible virus.
Please, PLEASE...if you ever come across an animal like this who needs your help, no matter where you are or what you have to do, please stop to help. How glad I am that I didn't say, "No, I haven't gone into work for a week. I HAVE to keep driving" or "No, this is a bad neighborhood" or "The dog might bite." In the grand scheme, the aid you can offer another creature trying his best just to get through this bullshit fucking world is the most important thing you can ever do.



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the traffic) and slowed down beside her.
I believe you Dottie and you have my support 
I am glad you helped that dog Dottie. Most people would have been too scared.
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