Rage is rarely impotent, regardless of where you are when it overtakes you.
My Veterinarian's office wasn't the place to let it out of its cage.
The X-ray showed two old and healed fractures, right where the ribs curve from the side to the belly. The left hip also showed an old break and it appeared that neither injury had received medical attention. While the ribs had healed smoothly, there was a large amount of calcium build-up where the bone had been left to mend on its own.
"Astro", the newest addition to my home had been either beaten or kicked in years past. This shouldn't have been a surprise as I learned that Astro was rescued by a neighbor in August. He had been left, tied to a dog house that sat on a barren piece of dirt in a back yard. The people that "owned" Astro left him there to die. They had moved to Wisconsin and decided he was best off left to bake in the Texas sun.
The doctor guessed the injuries were five to seven years old. The animal shelter's assessment of Astro's age had also been way off. Astro is between 10 and 12 years old.
All is not well though. Astro suffers from Congestive Heart Failure. Doctor Miller assured me that with the right amount of medications and a proper diet, he had a good, healthy three years left in him. I have seen to those needs as of yesterday.
His name on the animal shelter paperwork was "Hunter". Being a pure blood Standard Beagle, that seemed to be as good of a name as any. The shelter had no idea what his real name is...they assign names to unknown dogs just to make administration easier.
I named him "Astro" for a reason. My baseball team, The Houston Astros", are about as much of a hard luck bunch as you can find in a professional uniform, yet they run onto the field every day and give 100 percent of themselves, often to their physical detriment. This little guy reminds me of just how strong the will to live can be. It's humbling to witness.
But Astro is home now. He is obviously a "guys dog". He gravitates to me and Adam although when he hears Diane's voice, he goes to her immediately. I think he knows that Diane is less than well and he walks behind her as she goes through the house with her walker....as if he knew he might be needed.
And yeah, there are those who read this that believe I give way too much credit to a dog's intuition and ability to feel and love. I actually pity you if you feel that way. you've obviously not been in a dog household nor felt the love and loyalty they project.
For as long as either of us has left, Astro is a part of my life and I am a part of his and I make it a point to give him all the comfort and love he needs. I don't think I can ever compensate him for the misery and torture he's been through...all I can do is do my best to make him forget it.
Now that Taylor Animal Shelter has received funding and they can afford to be a "No Kill" facility, I have volunteered to be their "Tech guy"...taking pictures of the new animals, posting them to the website and helping out in general at the facility....it will be fun.