The lovers walked the streets
of Havana with the spaniel until they came to 128 Calle Principe, home of
ANIPLANT.
“Hello, we have this little
dog in need of rescue,” they called out.
“You can’t just bring your
dog here to drop it off. We have no facilities for keeping your dog. You must
take it home,” replied the unhappy woman, who came to the door. Her heart
winced as she looked at the lovely dog the people were trying to dispose of;
how could they do that?
The young woman explained,
“This is not our dog. Not an hour ago we found her in a bag on the rocks at the
shore with her feet and mouth bound. We untied her. She is a sweet, sweet girl;
we couldn’t just leave her on the Malecon with all the traffic of Havana
speeding past. My mother told us to bring her to ANIPLANT, where animal
advocates would keep her safe.
“You found her tied up in a
bag,” the woman at the door gasped.
“Yes, when the tide came in,
she would have drowned. We couldn’t just leave her to such a fate,” the young
man with big brown eyes looked pleadingly at the woman in the doorway, who
opened the door and took the little yellow dog in her arms.
“Who could do that to a
beautiful baby like this? Dios mio,” she cried out.
The waiting room of ANIPLANT
was filled with people who had brought their dogs to be seen by the
veterinarian. Many were there with dogs to be neutered. There was no room for
the couple with the little cruelty survivor, so they waited on the curb, while
the animal loving advocates came out to see the beautiful dog and the young
heroes, who saved her life. Tears filled the eyes of the women, who came out to
see the sweet faced dog, as she wagged her tail for all.
Nora Garcia, President of
ANIPLANT, looped a long piece of mesh through the dog’s collar to use as a
leash. “This is not a shelter; we have no place to keep her. Can you keep her?’
She looked at the young man, who appeared to be quite taken with the dog.
“No, I live in the home of
my mother-in-law to be. She has dogs and cats already.” His eyes moist, as he peered
at the helpless creature, who kissed his face.
The veterinarian stepped
into the lobby, “Who is next?” He called out to no one in particular. The
advocates were snapped back into the action of the day, hustling the next
patient into the surgical suite, and making return appointments for
others.
“What’s to be done about
you, little one?” Maylin Carretero murmured as she set down a pan of water for
the dog, who was probably not quite a year old judging by her teeth.
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