12/03/2023
MY NAME WAS STYLO. I DIED HAPPY, BUT...
I died today!! I want you to spend 5 minutes reading my story so that it is not in vain.
I arrived at the shelter at the age of 3 months and they called me Stylo (at least I had a name as weird as it is for a dog!). It was a "normal" refuge (therefore overloaded) in the center of northern Italy, and there I waited for someone to see me...
I waited, waited, waited... I waited 13 long years!!! Of course, I was not alone in the box and my captivity comrades were not tender: I was often bitten and more than once, I almost died because they didn't let me eat, but I resisted.
And then finally, an angel named Monica noticed me! She decided to get me out of there and give me a few months of happiness. She entrusted me to her friends Sandra and Silvana who took care of me!
I was thin and all twisted by osteoarthritis... I remember that when I arrived at their house, it was winter and they had prepared a very soft layer for me in front of the wood stove... I didn't know what a house was and this heat, oh there, what happiness! I spent 2 days with my back glued to the heat, it was paradise for me!!
Despite all the predictions that I would die quickly, I recovered. Yes, no one would have thought that I would still live for almost 3 years! And during these 3 years, I was loved and pampered, I had good food, I slept warm... but old age can't stop!!
Now I'm dead, but I'm dead HAPPY, because someone gave me hope and a few years of happiness, but I can't help but think that if Monica hadn't saved me, there would be nothing left of me now, not a photo, not a memory, no one would mourn my death! And it is unfortunately the fate that affects so many dogs who spend their whole lives in a shelter, in general indifference.
So before giving birth to new dogs, think of me!
And before you buy a dog, think of me!! A single day of happiness can redeem a lifetime of suffering, so if you can, take an old dog out of a shelter!
Source: ESNA-Swiss School Naturopathy Animals
