I am Sheldon. I am a rescue dog. I was saved on 31.12.2016 from euthanasia. They wanted to euthanize me because they could not
understand me. People are like that, they often kill when they don’t understand. I had more than one owner and every time I ended up in government shelter. My last owner didn’t want me because I was cranky and growling. I never actually bit anyone, but they saw me as a threat.
All they had to do was to take me to the Vets, as really I was very very sick. Instead they put me back to the shelter, where man who cleaned our cages hated me.
What a dog like myself can do about it? I have no rights, I have no saying in my own destiny, I have no opportunity to chose my own people, who would love me and take care of me. I am a dog, I am one of many, I am disposable. In the eyes of many humans beings I am nothing. If I would have died back in 31.12.2016 no one would even remember me.
Luckily there are a lot of good human being walking on this planet and I was lucky enough to be noticed by one of them. I was pulled out of that terrible place, taken to the vet and diagnosed with Immune-mediated thrombocytopenia (ITP) . It is a disease when blood can’t cloth anymore and if I bruise myself or cut myself by accident I can easily bleed to death. While I was going though the treatment I was not allowed to play with other dogs, I was not allowed to have free runs in fenced area, I was not allowed to do a lot of things. I remember I felt so sick and depressed. After few months I stared to notice despair and fear in the eyes of volunteers. So I though, that’s it, that must be my end… I was created by humans to love them, to want to be with them. Being with human would be the most desirable thing for any dog… but humanity turned their backs to dogs. Moved on with technologies and comfort, and left many of us behind. I just happened to be in the list of unlucky ones. At least if I die, I know there were people who loved me and cared for me.
As humans say “if you want to see the sunshine, you have to weather through the storm”. One of those days when I was taken for yet another blood test, the results were the “sunshine” everyone thought I will never see again. Eventually, after strong battle I managed to beat the disease and slowly slowly started to get better.
My rescuers thought that everything I went though might have had negative psychological impact on me and they enrolled me with two months rehabilitation course with behaviorist. She is great, she showed me things , she is guiding me and teaching me and I love to learn. I can’t believe my previous humans neglected my education, leaning is great. She said that I am a good and happy student. I started to put on weight. Before I didn’t want to be touched by people or wasn’t sure about playing with dogs, but now I love it when they brush me and pet me and cuddle me, I also love to play with other dogs. I’m a bit cautious with male dogs who play too rough, I give them warning, I do not like rough playing. I do love to chase cats, though my behaviorist and everyone
else don’t seem to be happy when I try doing it. I don’t know why, I just feel that cats were made so dogs could chase them. Am I wrong?
My behaviorist says that at the begging I used to have negative experience with hands… I do not like to talk about my past. Let’s just leave past in the past, where it supposed to be. I love my life now and I would become someone’s best friend, loyal companion, someone who will bring a smile on your face every single day. Someone who will love you more than anyone ever could. Because I am a dog, I was made to be with humans.
We are sorry to say the Sheldon passed away in 2018 without finding a home…