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In Memory of Lady
The volunteers were already on their way back, tired and saddened from what they had seen. One dog , trying to find food, had her head stuck in a container, then was trapped. For her, our help came too late. She died a horrendous death. It was on everyone's mind. The van was full with dogs and puppies, their tummies bloated, greedily ripping the food out of our hands. Two older pups were sitting in the back of their crate, huddled together as if to comfort each other, totally terrified. One dog was wrapped in a blanket. She was too weak to stand or even lift her head, her eyes closed. Coming back, a van load of man-made misery, right here in Alberta.
The dog in the pictures was the last we could fit in. We could not leave her behind. Standing by the road in front of a long-since deserted trailer, in between all the junk. She had been thrown out as well, like the rest of all that garbage. She had her tail between her legs, wagging it softly, just standing there, an incarnation of sadness, hopelessness and human cruelty.
The sweetest dog, just a gentle soul. We named her Lady. She had 3 good weeks with us. When she got spayed, it was discovered that she was full of tumors inside. Sadly, we let her go - did not let her wake up again. Why did we feature her? We thought we owed it to her.
