After watching hundreds of rescued animals be united with happy families on Animal Cops, I felt it was time I did my share so I rescued a dog in need.
While searching for poodles on Petfinder.com, I came across the description of a Peek-a-poo being held at a shelter about an hour south of our hometown of Mokena, Illinois. While chatting with one of the volunteers there, I was told that Cindy, the Peek-a-poo, had an upper respiratory infection and was being force-fed baby food and water, since she had stopped eating and drinking. Feeling there wasn't time to waste, I drove down immediately.
When I got to the shelter, I found a small, sick, old dog curled up in the back of a cage. Even though the room was warm, she shivered with the cold, her eyes crusty, her nose draining, and her fur thin and dull. When we took her out of the cage, she could barely move without falling sideways. I wanted to cry.
I held her on my lap, petting her and trying to comfort her, but it was obvious she just wanted to be left alone. I asked the volunteer if I could take her home with me. "She's not going to live much longer if she stays here," I said.
She agreed, and during our trip I decided to rename her Suzy. Suzy spent the entire trip curled up on the passenger seat sleeping with an old blanket wrapped around her. When I got home my husband took one look at Suzy and was sure I had made a mistake. "She looks like she's dying," he said. "Well then, at least she won't have to die in a shelter," I replied.