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Goldie was 2 or 3 years old when she came
to Journey's End. A couple of nice men saw her in a convenience store
parking lot, walking up to people, wagging her tail, and people were
trying to kick her away because she looked so horrible. She had no fur,
and all her skin was exposed and oozing badly. The men took her to
Journey's End, and Florence (fearing contagion) sent her right to the
animal E.R. Goldie then spent three weeks at the vet's clinic, after it
was learned she had a non-contagious form of mange and an infection so
bad that it's a miracle she was even alive. The infection had spread
throughout her body, and even her eyes were infected.
The vet did not think she would live
long, but she went on to live 7 happy years at Journey's End, and even
grew a full coat back for much of that time (with intermittent flare-ups
of the mange that were treated as they happened). She
learned how to be a dog again and do all of those things that she loved
to do, like give kisses, play with toys, stick her face in the sprinkler
and snooze. With such a playful and thankful spirit, she would often tug
a person's shirt to play fetch or to get a good rub behind the ears. |
