Lammy aka Lil Bits I have had to take a hiatus to get hell week over with. All new dogs are done and vetted so I can breathe again. In July of 2007, Chris told me he had seen an interview with a lady who was rescuing dogs from puppy mills in the mid west. I called the station and got her information and contacted her. I offered to take any Yorkies she rescued on behalf of YTNR since I was now the Director for Arizona and Colorado. She agreed to contact me when they went on another rescue if they had Yorkies. She called me about a month later to say they had just rescued 65 dogs from an Amish puppy mill in Iowa and she had 11 Yorkies and Silkies. I called the few foster homes we had in CO at the time and we all agreed to go right to her house and take as many as we could. When we pulled up to Theresa Straders house, she greeted us and took us immediately to a very tall x pen set up in the grass and a very tiny Yorkie laying in the grass. He was so weak that he couldn’t stand. His eyes were full of puss, he was blind, had no hair on his nose or ears from rubbing against the wires of his cage to sooth himself and his lower jaw had rotted off from infection. He weighed less than 2 pounds. I fell to my knees and gathered him up and thus began the journey to rescue as many of these dogs as we could for as long as we could. She told me that the Amish man bragged that he had sired over 300 puppies, was 10 years old and had always lived hanging from a cage in the dark Amish barn. Between all of the fosters and ourselves, we took 9 Yorkies that day, all in terrible shape. We felt as though we had been hit in the head with a hammer. There were many people there that day that would have taken this little guy and she told me later that they had decided to give him to whoever didn’t put him down. Of course, I didn’t and he came home with us. He was so weak that we weren’t sure we could make it home with him from Colorado Springs. Because he had no lower jaw, it was nearly impossible for him to feed himself. I watched him spend an hour with one small nugget of food trying to toss it to the back of his tiny throat so he could swallow it with tears pouring out of my eyes. It took us 2 weeks of trying various things but we finally figured out that he could pull soft food off of a butter knife with what was left of his upper jaw and swallow it. He immediately began to turn around. I carried him in a little pouch most of the time and he learned to love the warmth of the sun on his back and the warm wood stove in the winter. He was totally blind but knew the sound of my step and follow me everywhere. He knew the sound of me sitting down and immediately came to be picked up. He was too frail to neuter and he only had one testicle. We loved him so and we had him exactly 3 years and 5 months before his little body succumbed and he died very quietly nestled on my chest. We had picked him up exactly 3 years to the day that we lost our precious Puppy. We will always miss you little man and because of you, many of the little ones who were still in cages have been saved and got to know the love we shared. The first picture is the day we brought him home. The second is 5 months later. The third is Lammys jammies.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 17:39:42 +0000
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