A special soul

Life can change so quickly -
in the blink of an eye, in the beat of a heart
- unexpectedly & forever.

This story is about Wilbur.
This story made me cry as I read it. Some parts gave me chills down my spine as I read certain parts. Those parts....the injuries....I didn't bother to tell....I'm surprised he even survived.

I was running with a bunch of dogs. I was just another stray on the hunt for my next meal. I was chasing a bunch of free roaming pigs, when I was hit & run over by a car. Apparently the driver didn't care enough to help me & I was left on the side of the road to die.

Instead, I was dragged to a nearby house by a bunch of children. An effort that saved my life. An animal rescue agency was called to pick me up. My condition was terrifying to the children who tried to help.

The agency came & a childs father carried me to the vehicle. I was screaming in agonizing pain. I was almost taking my last breathes of life. My body went into shock. As I was rushed for emergency care, my guardian angel talked to me softly. Telling me everything will be fine, in an effort to soothe me & help me feel safe.

Sadly, the injuries I received weresevere & mostly to my head & neck region. The surface wounds to my head healed quite quickly, but I suffered brain trauma -- that was the most difficult part.

By all account I made miraculous progress in my recovery. The first part of my recovery was the most difficult for me & everyone involved. Those were dark days for me where it almost seemed I had lost my soul.

I've already started therapy, always involving food. I learned to walk again by being coerced with food. I started eating after my mouth was put back together. I am relearning lots of normal doggy things. When people look at me, I think they pity me as they see me struggling doing these normal things. I'm abit slow at progrssing information tho.

My life has changed forever. I am now a brain trama victim & survivor. I am special needs. But I am no loger a stray & I am loved today by many. I now have a name....Wilbur...a special soul.

To think I'm here today because of those children who dragged me to their home. And the rescue agency for emergency care & therapy. I don't know how & why I became a stray. I don't know what I did to deserve this. I don't know why I was abandoned & they didn't love me enough to find me a better home.

I'm slowly making progress with therapy & the care of strangers. But now they aren't strangers, they are family to me. They didn't give up on me. Now I can't see partially in one eye & I'm completely blind in the other eye. But I'm not blind to the love I'm feeling.

FREEDOM. PATIENCE. LOVE.
LOVING ATTENTION.