At the Navy Support Site, I met up with Cary, his wife, mother in law, and TV team and we headed out to the Center. Cary was the gentleman who had organized this food/child care item drive, collecting many boxes of food and things the orphans desperately need. I must say, the Americans and NATO personnel here are very compassionate, and gave a lot of goods for the children.
Cary rode with me in my car and on our way out to the Center, we spoke about various causes in the area, areas where children and animal are in need of help. We were nearly to Centro Laila, when suddenly I spotted a Yorkshire Terrier wobbling around in the middle of the street. Cars were just passing, not even thinking twice that they could hit this little dog, much less to stop and help him! I instinctively understood that the dog was sick since he was in the middle of the street. No healthy dog(s) would do that!
Hot weather, I thought, maybe... hopefully he was "just" dehydrated.
I hit my brakes, warning blinkers on, jumped out walking in the middle of the street ... waving my arms and gesturing to other drivers to stop! I had a jacket in the car, and I carefully laid it on the little dog, and gently lifted him into the car. No resistance or hesitation on his part, he trusted me, but also was very tired and sick. His eyes were full of yellow puss, glued together and his sight was limited at best.
He laid in the back of the SUV, drank a little water, and otherwise was gentle and good.
At Centro Leila it was wonderful to see everyone again. The children helped unload the van, and were genuinely thankful for the donations the nurses and doctors from the Navy Hospital were bringing to them.
A truly wonderful sight!
I left the orphanage, and called Dr.Friz at the Lega Pro Animale Spay & Neuter/ Veterinarian clinic. Luckily, she answered even if the office was closed, and it was her day off. I told her the story and asked if I could come in with the sickly Yorky.
The dog, still very gentle and quiet, trusted me in every move I made with him, moving him into the veterinarian clinic. I told the veterinarian team to try everything reasonable!
As it turns out, the little "Yorky" had Leishmaniasis and had to be put down to sleep. At least he did not have to suffer anymore; he avoided a painful death out there all alone, with our help.
A day of helping children in need at a loving orphanage, but with a old little Yorkshire Terrier that was likely cast out by his family to die alone because of a deadly disease endemic to this area.
A day with bitter sweet Amore!
