On the 4th of July, a stray dog was brought into the Brooklyn Center for Animal Care and Control. She had escaped from a burning building. The pads on her feet were burned off completely, her fur was singed all over, and she was covered in lacerations. No collar.
No one came forward for her.
Email came in from Nanette, dog rescue queen and friend of mine. She had seen this little girl’s face, and thought of our little family, our love of underdogs. Did we want to pull her before they euthanized her?
Those eyes told me all I needed to know. Those eyes, and the fact that she’d been nothing but sweet and gentle with everyone who had to treat her painful wounds.
Yes. Yes, we did, we would.
And yes, we did.
Meet Fanny, whose July 2010 has been pretty appalling. Burns, lacerations, no home, almost put down, reeking of soot, got kennel cough, wound up in a kind halfway home for dogs waiting for their real homes (thank you, Lawanna), got spayed, then onto a transport headed to New England. This little girl has been through the ringer. Her back is pretty mangled, as if she might have crawled through a broken window:
Sophie went with me yesterday to the Bennington Friendly’s parking lot, where we scooped up Fanny and her friend Molly from the transport van. Molly will be fostered by Sophie’s best friend’s family.
We were technically a “foster-to-adopt” family. Yeah.
A little more than 24 hours later, and we are never letting go of Fanny girl. Some things are just meant to be. I’m going to stop asking why.
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