GRAPHIC-Dog shot in head, warning! SAVING BUDDY
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- A swollen baseball-sized knot of infection between the dogs eyes due to a bullet caused a smell worse than death. As if that weren't bad enough, he had massive hair loss, huge, open, seeping sores due to infection from red manges and starvation that had left his skin stretched tightly over his skeleton. Our eldest son, Chris, was in law school, and one night came home late and caught a glimpse of the dog in his headlights. "It's really bad, Mom," he said and I could tell he was horrified by what he'd seen and that he felt an urgency for the dog's medical care. One problem--the dog wouldn't come to us. So, for two weeks my journey to save him began. The first night I left a large bowl of cool water. It was July in Arkansas, and all water for wildlife had dried up long ago--daily temps above 100. The dog ravenously drank the water and disappeared into the night. The second night I left two bowls of water and food. He drank one bowl of water, ate all the food, drank the other and slipped away as I watched out the window, frustrated that he wouldn't let me approach him. Each night during the coming two weeks, though he drank and ate the ample water and food that I'd laced with leftover dog infection meds from a beloved stray we'd lost recently, but I knew medical intervention was critical and we were going to lose him as the smell of his rotting flesh was worsening. On night 14, he let me touch his muzzle, then he turned and fled stumbling and falling. My dear husband, Jay, joined our quest to save the dog and with determination found Buddy's hiding place the next day while walking our Jack Russell, Quinn. Buddy had on a ragged blue collar-- extremely loose from massive weight loss--and no id tag. Jay brought him home, but we had to put him on a lightweight tether as he tried to leave. That night we loved, cooed, fed him by hand, gently caressed, petted and comforted what we knew might be his last night to live. We decided to let our vet make the dreaded decision the next day. I was heartbroken as I'd just had to ho
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