What would you do if you saw or heard of a starving dog who had been abandoned by their family after their home was foreclosed upon? Would you try to help the dog? Now what if that dog was growling and was trying to protect her home that you knew no one was coming back to? Would you still try to help the dog?
Ed Kostro of Illinois found himself in that situation and made the brave choice to try to help an abandoned dog who starving and sick yet willing to protect his home until her dying breath.
As told on Care2.com, here is Ed’s story.
I had received yet another sad telephone call concerning an extremely loyal dog that had been very cruelly abandoned and left behind at a boarded-up foreclosed house.
“She’s been there for quite awhile now, sleeping on its front porch, and she refuses to leave,” I was told. ”Her family abandoned her there to fend for herself, yet she’s still diligently guarding their home. I know she thinks they’ll be coming back, but they won’t and now she’s starving. She also won’t let anyone come near her or this old house. Do you think you might want to trap her?”
How could I refuse? How could I not attempt to help an extremely faithful, left-behind canine like this one? How could mankind be so damned cruel to man’s best friend, even in this abysmal economy?
As I Shined My Flashlight Toward the Front Porch…
When I arrived at the address given to me it was already dark, and at first, I didn’t see her there. But as I shined my flashlight toward the front porch, I spotted a matted hunk of dirty tan and black fur and she quickly raised her head toward the light. I could now tell that she was a small Shepherd mix.
As I approached the house, she stood bolt upright and she immediately began growling at me. She was weak from hunger but this extremely loyal left-behind canine was still willing to defend her long gone family’s home with her last breath.
This wasn’t going to be easy, I sadly thought to myself as I pulled my trusty old dog trap from my truck. As I set it up on the grass in front of the house, this extremely diligent Defender never took her eyes off me and I could still hear her warning growls.
After my trap was baited with food and water, I tossed a chunk of meat onto the house’s front steps. Defender immediately sniffed the air and she soon began salivating. It was sadly evident that she hadn’t had a decent meal in a long time.
As she eyed the prize on the steps, I now dropped several pieces of meat near the dog trap, and I then quickly retreated into my truck. She very warily watched me sitting in it for awhile, but her great hunger eventually trumped her great distrust, and she soon gobbled down the piece of meat on the steps.
The Plan Was Working…For a While
Before very long, she followed the heavenly trail of food morsels to the trap’s entrance, ravenously gobbling them up as she came forward. But at the very entrance to the trap, she abruptly stopped dead in her track and she very warily stared up at me sitting motionless in my truck.
We were caught in a time warp that seemed to last forever. I prayed that she would enter the trap; she very cautiously stood there staring up at me, not moving a muscle, attempting to decide.
After what seemed like an eternity, she slowly walked into the trap and its door snapped shut behind her. I thanked God that she had decided to let me help her.
She Began to Whine As We Left Her Home
I now loaded this extremely loyal, starving guard dog in the trap into the back of my old truck and she very sadly looked me in the eyes, already wondering if she had made the right choice and probably wondering what would become of her now. She also soon began whining as we pulled away from her old home. I think her guilt at leaving her self-assigned guard duty post must have been enormous.
Thankfully, she warmed up to my spouse rather quickly when we arrived back at my home and she spent the rest of the night in a cozy warm bed my wife had prepared for her in our garage.
By the next morning, she had decided that I was also worthy of her trust, and as my wife drove us to our veterinarian’s office, she happily sprawled across my lap in the back seat during the entire trip, showering me with numerous kisses of gratitude.
That’s when I discovered how awful she smelled; she really needed a hot cleansing bath and I laughed and named her Stinky. My spouse, however, would not hear of it and she soon began calling her Carrie. This extremely loyal canine then spent several days at the animal hospital, being treated for parasites and being pampered, bathed and fed.
My wife and I are now extremely determined to find this extremely loyal, lovable and much happier canine the loving new home that she truly deserves.