Hello everyone, through this post, I'm going to write about how I met the love of my life.
His name is Duke, he has been my dog for about 2 years. The story with Duke started very sad. I found him unfortunately about to die in the street, it was a very sad situation and remembering it gives me a strange feeling. I saw him in really horrible conditions due to the mistreatment he received when he was only 1 month old.
When I found him like that, I didn't hesitate for a second to pick him up and take him to a veterinary clinic. I remember calling my dad crying, telling him about the situation and that I would use his car. At the same time, I remember the vet telling me that he had Dystemper's, because he couldn't walk, was crawling and urinating on his own. She told me he didn't have more than a few days to live. Hearing that broke my heart, but I didn't give up and took him to other clinics, where it was found that he was a healthy dog, but due to the beatings and mistreatment it would take months of recovery. So, I decided to take care of him.
I remember perfectly the first time he was able to walk, I was so excited that I filmed him and took a 1000 pictures. After that, I started to watch his recovery process closely, and I became more and more proud of him.
Today Duke is a beautiful, healthy and happy dog. He became one of the family since I found him. My family often says that I have a "grandmother's heart", and the truth is that I do. If I have the chance to help an abandoned and mistreated animal, I'll do it without hesitation. Maybe that's the reason why I have 4 dogs and 4 cats. I'm very happy :D