Sam’s story started four months ago, when he was found by a SPAZ volunteer dragging himself on the side of the road. He had been hit by a car weeks before probably, he had gone through the terrible pain and the agony on his own, struggling to stay alive, to find shelter, food and water, with his legs smashed and his spirit crushed.
Sam had two broken legs, but the fractures were the least of his problems. Had he been found earlier and taken to a vet on time, everything would be easier for everyone. But Sam was the typical victim of “that’s someone else’s problem”, being overlooked by who knows how many people for so long, that by the time he was rescued, the infection had started killing him from the inside.
For weeks, an operation was out of the question, because when Sam’s leg was opened, pus started coming out, and it never stopped. He was on very strong antibiotics for weeks, but instead of getting better it all seemed to be getting worse.
The fear of him losing a leg (or two) was not the worst of our fears. Sam risked dying from the infection, and as it progressed, it started eating away it’s bone. Two months after his rescue, his bone looked like sponge, ready to crush into pieces at any time.
Sam’s ordeal lasted about four months. He went through surgeries, antibiotics so strong that could kill him, an external fixation, and the longest recovery ever. And this tiny, sweet dog went through all that with a patience none of us had even seen before. He spent months in isolation, confined, alone.
He never made a sound, he never complained, he never caused any trouble. He just laid there, looking at us with his beautiful black eyes. Sam’s eyes are the sweetest and saddest eyes in the world. All the pain, the love, the patience, the strength and the sweetness are in those black eyes of his, and every time we visited, his eyes were telling us to keep fighting, to not let go just yet.
Throughout his ordeal, Sam had a silent companion almost since the beginning. A woman who visited him again and again, who saw him when he was in his lowest point in life and who stayed by him from the beginning. Sam had basically been reserved months ago, he had a home waiting for him, and all he needed to do was get well. But that recovery seemed never ending.
Today, after four months, three surgeries, too many antibiotics and endless days of unbearable pain, Sam is finally at home. Those amazing, loving black eyes of his are not looking at the world from inside a clinic’s kennel anymore. His life is not on hold, his life has just begun, and he fought hard for everything most of us take for granted.