Back in the summer I told you about a dog we named Hope. She had been under a shed for two days after she had been hit by a car and her eyeball was lying on her cheek. I and a couple of volunteers coaxed her out from under the shed with lots of baby talk and a pack of hot dogs. I'll never forget lying in the mud looking in that eye and willing that dog to trust me. I named her Hope when she crawled out and into our laps.
We took her to the veterinarian immediately and her eye was removed. We found out that she was a stray and had been living under that shed for at least eight months and was being cared for by the people who lived in the house. We were also told this was the second time she had been hit by a car — the last time her hip and back leg had been injured.
Hope had the opportunity to go home with one of our long-time foster parents and volunteer Molly Parker Breckinridge. At Molly's home Hope had two kids to play with and love her. She got to ride in boats and go swimming. Hope had a life of love and adventure, and every time I saw a picture of her latest escapade I swore she was smiling.
This last month Hope wasn't quite herself. We took her to the veterinarian and she received pain medication for her hip after finding nothing on the lab work. This seemed to help for a few weeks. Then she stopped eating and refused to get up. Two hours after being dropped off for more tests at the veterinarian she died in the arms of veterinarian technicians at Devonshire.