She arrived, late one Saturday night, after an eleven hour ride, with a car load of six other greyhounds. All rescued from death. All to be residents of the Greyhound Gang until they were healthy and happy. All would then go to loving homes.
She had no name, no known history and scars coursed her filthy frame. She'd been found wandering the streets of Tucson, lost, abandoned, unwanted. But the Greyhound Gang had an adopter wanting a small fawn female, so she was spayed one day, and sent to us the next. And she was ill. Burning up with a temperature of 105 degrees.
Sunday, she'd claimed a corner of the couch and I sat next to her putting cold compresses on her feet to try to get the temperature down. I put baby food on my hand, and she'd feebly lick it off. I syringed water down her throat. The small town vet was out hunting. Best Friends Animal Sanctuary, with their seasoned staff resided up the road. I took her there, and they put her on an intravenous IV immediately, and antibiotics. No significant change. They took her blood and sent it off.
I spent all Sunday night on the couch with her, watching, waiting, worrying. Her ear tattoo told me she was five, her extended nipples told me she'd had a litter or two, her eyes told me she was in pain. I told her about the life that was waiting for her once she got well. The lady with the poodle who wanted to adopt a greyhound. She'd probably want to name her Precious, or Binky, or Tiffany. And when I suggested Beauty, she looked deep into my eyes and put her paw on my arm. So Beauty it was.
We limped along, Beauty still running a high temp, barely eating and drinking, until Tuesday. The blood results arrived. Beauty had both immune affecting tick diseases -- Erhliciosis with a titer of 10,000. And Babesiosis with a titer of 640. She was immediately put on a course of Tetracycline, and within two days her temp was back to normal, and she was off the couch.
Within one week she was running and playing with the other dogs. Within three weeks, she'd replaced her coat with a new shinier, healthier one. And within a month, she'd adopted me.
Beauty's days are now spent riding shotgun with me on all adoption trips, sleeping curled up on my bed with her head just touching the edge of my pillow, and chasing lizards around the red rocks of southern Utah. What a Beauty she is...
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