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 he was abandoned. I could see how much pain he 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 he needed. Several of the shelter
staff helped me load Enzo into my car and I drove him to the nearest veterinarian which was
nearly an hour away. The thought of losing another “baby” was just too much to fathom, so I
pleaded with to the vet to try to help Enzo however he could.
He treated Enzo with antibiotics to help him stave off any potential infection from his wounds. He
x-rayed his 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, he was able to walk and gradually gained weight and slowly his health started to
improve as he was gaining strength.
Enzo was in such a fragile state after the surgery and had a very long road to recovery ahead of
him. I knew taking him back to the shelter wasn’t the right course of action. I knew he needed a
quiet place where someone could help him around the clock with all of his needs, so I decided to
take him to my home to help his recover. My initial plan was to take care of him for a few weeks to
help him get through the most difficult and delicate part of his recovery and then take him to a
foster family who could help him the rest of the way. I have two other dogs at home, so I didn’t
think that keeping him 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 him 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 him 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 him…I think
bringing him into my life and investing all of my time and effort into caring for him like I did, he
truly saved me.