Enzo

Thursday, April 29, 2021 was a difficult day for Enzo. She was dumped and left for dead outside an animal shelter. She was 3 to 4 months old, extremely malnourished, dehydrated and had a severely injured leg. To make matters worse, she had been attacked by another dog who had bitten her in the head. She was so weak that it was difficult for her to even move. The only good news in her dire situation was that, miraculously, she was still alive.


Monday, March 22, 2021 was a difficult day for me. I had been on cloud nine for 4 months in anticipation of having a baby. Everything changed on that fateful day as I had a miscarriage and lost the baby. I immediately went into a downward emotional spiral and started to suffer from depression. I decided to try to deal with it by investing my time into the lives of those even less fortunate than me. I have always loved animals and I was hoping that volunteering at a local animal shelter would help me deal with my sadness and my mind off of my own situation.


I was the first one to see Enzo after she was abandoned. I could see how much pain she was in and it broke my heart. The shelter where I was volunteering had never been able to afford to hire a Veterinarian on staff. So, I knew I needed to get Enzo the help she needed. Several of the shelter staff helped me load Enzo into my car and I drove her to the nearest veterinarian which was nearly an hour away. The Vet initially wanted to put Enzo down, but the thought of losing another “baby” was just too much to fathom, so I pleaded with him to try to help Enzo however he could. He treated Enzo with antibiotics to help her stave off any potential infection from her wounds. He x-rayed her leg and discovered that it was broken in two different places. He performed emergency surgery and placed a plate and several pins in Enzo’s leg. After 10 days of postoperative hospitalization, she was able to walk and gradually gained weight and slowly her health started to improve as she was gaining strength.


Enzo was in such a fragile state after the surgery and had a very long road to recovery ahead of her. I knew taking her back to the shelter wasn’t the right course of action. I knew she needed a quiet place where someone could help her around the clock with all of her needs, so I decided to take her to my home to help her recover. My initial plan was to take care of her for a few weeks to help her get through the most difficult and delicate part of her recovery and then take her to a
foster family who could help her the rest of the way. I have two other dogs at home, so I didn’t think that keeping her long-term was an option.

I soon learned, however, that God had a different plan for me. I noticed how caring for Enzo helped me deal with my own depression. I was so focused on helping her that I didn’t have time to think about my own sadness. As time went by and Enzo continued to improve, I realized I couldn’t let her go. It has been a little over a year now since Enzo became a permanent part of my family. As I reflect back on the entire ordeal, I realize that I don’t really think I saved her…I think bringing
her into my life and investing all of my time and effort into caring for her like I did, she truly saved me.

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