Pax Arrives at Rainbow Bridge
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Pax lived almost her entire life in a puppy mill - no sunshine, no loving arms to hold her, no clean water and healthy food to sustain her. On May 8th she started her journey to freedom - she joined the freedom ride to Phoenix with Mill Dog Rescue. Pax didn’t know it yet, but the wonderful people from Mill Dog Rescue would give the 120 dogs now in their care the first chance at love and companionship many of them had never known or imagined!
Pax arrived in Phoenix on Saturday, May 10th at about 8:30 PM, a number assigned - a name to soon follow. Taken from a small transport crate she was put in an xpen with other minpins, given food and clean water where she would wait to be seen by the vets, and surrounded by volunteers trying to ease her fear.
Her volunteer picked Pax up and lovingly held her for her first portrait. Together they moved to the line to be seen by a vet. Dr. Winston examined her, ran some tests to determine the extent of the damage to her frail body, and upon examination, found she had a discharge. The diagnosis was grim - a horrendous case of pyometra - infected pus filling her uterus. I was told Pax was in pain and should be euthanized.
I took this poor frightened dog into my arms and tried to love away all the pain, suffering and fear. As if my soft words and the warm blanket I wrapped around her could somehow erase all those years of agony caused by the morons at the puppy mill she called home. Her heartbeat slowed as she settled in to my arms, she looked around and let me kiss her. She looked directly into my eyes as if to say, “I am tired but I like being loved”. Those soft liquid brown eyes looking deep into my eyes, Pax gave me a sweet gift - a soft kiss.
I pleaded and questioned - is there no way to change this outcome? Not humanely - she has had a litter every heat for her 7 or 8 years - - no vet care or good food, shelter, warmth or love. Her hard life has taken its toll on her body I was told.
I sat in a corner and held her - I spoke softly to Pax and stroked her fur telling her I loved her and would hold her and comfort her, and miss her. No more babies, no more chicken wire to walk on, just a soft blanket to warm her, loving arms to hold her and a needle to bring her comfort and an end to her suffering and pain. Pax’s frail body was failing - - it was hard to find a vein. A needle would end Pax’s suffering in arms that tried to make up for all those years of inhumane treatment. Could 20 minutes of love somehow ease the 7 or 8 years of misery? I spoke softly to her as she left us - I felt her deep sigh as her pain ended. Someone listened to her heart as it slowed, and stopped.
Pax went to Rainbow Bridge and felt the sun on her body, grass under her feet, and the kindly companionship of other free dogs. If the poem of Rainbow Bridge and the Rescuers is true, Pax would wait for me - and when I join her, she would be made whole, healthy and out of pain to enjoy green fields, sunny skies and the warmth of the sun on her slim body. We would cross that bridge together - - and Pax would be loved and appreciated.