Worms are a rescuer’s nightmare, not because the damage they can do is really that bad, but mainly because they are the outcome of days and days of neglect. Rescuing a dog whose open wounds are filled with worms feeding off the rotting flesh paints a pretty good picture of the animal’s ordeal.
It wasn’t me who rescued Basu, it was Marcia. She had adopted Sophie a year ago from Save a Greek Stray, and she visited us from Holland this June. While we were driving to the shelter, I took a wrong turn and there he was, next to the highway, wandering alone next to the cars, lost, sick and scared.
I know that there isn’t really much to this video, it’s just another mangy, sick dog taking her therapeutic bath.
But there is something about Alice and the way she responds to the volunteers handling, bathing and caring for her, that makes the whole thing kind of poetic (at least for me). This particular day the shelter’s younger volunteer was there, and she helped us bathe and care for Alice and another dog in similar condition. She is only ten years old, and instead of spending her Sunday somewhere else, she spent it at the shelter, and she had such a great time that she didn’t want to leave.
Alice was found on the streets of Greece, emaciated, mangy and very sick. She was going to be put to sleep, so her rescuer asked Save a Greek Stray to take her in, and they did. She is too weak to endure the treatment for mange, so until she feels better, we are giving her baths that help her feel better.
You can follow Alice’s progress on the Save a Greek Stray Facebook page. Once she recovers, she will be looking for a forever home. You can donate to the shelter via PayPal: email@example.com
Dimis weighs only 5-6 kilos. Instead of being spoilt in a home of his own, he was simply one of the unlucky ones and was born on the streets. He was hit by a car in a village of central Greece and was just left there, on the side of the road, to die a slow, painful death.
Sam was hit by a car on Valentine’s day, 2017, in one of the busiest avenues of Athens, Greece. A girl saw him crawling and screaming from the pain, minutes after he had been ran over and abandoned, and SPAZ, the local charity, took him in.
The feeling when you first rescue a dog, put it in your car and drive off, is indescribable. Rescuers are always positive – we can’t afford not to be. We can’t afford to cry, because the next dog like the one we just lost might be somewhere around the corner.
Rescue is (or should be) such a genuine act – and feeling. It actually makes you feel like a rock star – no plans, no schedule, no conformity of any kind. One moment you are in your car driving somewhere, where people are waiting, a table has been set or a wedding is about to take place, and the next moment you simply let life take you wherever she (life is a woman) has decided to.
Sick and emaciated, Serios was wandering alone where all those dogs wander, somewhere in rural Greece, next to the highway, among people passing by, cars driving by and life going on unbothered by “just another dog’s” struggle to make it through another day.