08/02/2019
If your heart is so inclined ,please help this sweet pup by donating to help pay medical bills in the link below.
When youâre a tiny thing, alone and scared, the world seems even bigger, colder and meaner. Warm and cozy places are everywhere, but none of them belong to you. Home doesnât exist. Food is whatever you can find, which isnât much. And so many people turn a blind eye; they yell at you and shoo you away. And one of them hurts youâŚbadly enough to almost kill you. The wound would have been fatal if you hadnât stumbled upon help in the most unusual of places.
It was downtownâŚat a place in the business of laying people to rest. Yes, it was at a funeral home that your fading life was resurrected. It started when a lady saw your gaping wounds and how your skin sagged across your bones. She couldnât leave you like thatâŚso small and pitiful. So she started feeding you, and soon all the employees were feeding you. They even got a blanket for you to sleep on since temperatures were in the 30s. You appreciated these people, probably even liked them, but you were way too wary to let them catch you. No matter how hard they tried. But these people knew something you didnât â they knew who to call for help.
We found you shivering, exhausted, starving and so very close to giving up. When we tried to catch you, thereâs no doubt that you thought it was just more of the same. Reaching and running. You got away more than once. But we had methods you hadnât seen before. Theyâre called hot dogs. We spent the next several hours waiting patiently while you would eat a bite and run. But we knew our chance would come. And in the bitter cold, it finally did. In that moment when you realized you were caught, you seemed both terrified and relieved. And at least part of you probably was. What you couldnât know was that this moment was the turning point in your young life. Horrible and cruel were gone, replaced in an instant with love, hope, and a name. Itâs Chip because of the nick in your left ear. Chip the ChihuahuaâŚa tiny thing who beat huge odds.
We knew right away that your injuries were severe. One of the wounds was way too deep. It reached to the bone and had gone untreated long enough for the surrounding tissue to die. When the vet said you had been shot, your fear and distrust of people all made sense. Healing you has been difficult and costly. Several procedures and around the clock care were necessary. Dressings had to be changed and the tissue damage required laser therapy. And of course, the heartworms didnât make your recovery any easier. Treating them comes laterâŚwhen youâre well enough.
So, itâs on your behalf that weâre turning to our friends for support. We need help paying your vet bills. Theyâre already in the thousands, and thatâs before the heartworm treatment. We have faith that people will read your story and want to help you. Itâs not every day that a dog like you comes alongâŚwith such a will to survive. And such a forgiving nature. Youâre not scared anymore. No, youâre a 12-pound lapdog with enough sweetness for a dog ten times your size. Our friends will help you, Chip. Donât you worry about a thing.