Refused to be Broken

Meet Solomon (Solly),

Last Friday the 17th, Solly was in the wrong getto at the wrong time. His caregiver had allowed him to live in a pigsty of a home with a very aggressive man. I feel absolutely NO compassion for a woman who neglects her children or pets and continues to live under the abusive hand of a man with no penis... (I can only assume). Sure, let him beat the crap out of you if that's what you want, but your children and your pets should have been spared this. You could have cleaned the house for them too... I seriously doubt you were too beaten to clean. Child Protective Services removed the children from BOTH parents.
Now for the sorry son of a bitch that did the beating and abusing. There's not even a good enough place in hell for you. Any man that uses dominance and fear to make his way through life, is a coward. Beating the people and animals around you into submission in order to feel powerful? What kind of childhood hell did you suffer? Were you dropped on your head or was it that your mother should have never kept a baby fathered by her brother?
For whatever reason you decided it was ok to not only beat your woman and your children but to take a small defenseless dog and try to kill it, let me say this to you.
You were horribly mistaken.
I do not wish you harm, however, I wish you time to reflect and the realization that you are a monster and that all the pain inflicted by you, consume you, until it becomes so unbearable that you end your own life.
This being said and wholly felt be me and many others, I turn my positive and rehabilitative focus on the dog you could not break.





Sweet Little Solly

May 17th 2013, Solly was in his home when he was attacked by a man who thought it normal to beat his wife and kids. Today, that man thought he could hurt his family even more by grabbing their 6 lb puppy and trying to kill it.
First he took it by both back legs and tried tearing him in half.
When that didn't work, he slung the little dog by one leg into the wall.
When he realized the pup wasn't yet dead, he grabbed him once more, this time with both hands, and tried to break the dog in half over his knee.
Now paralyzed and crying in pain, his idiot ower called her mommy to come over and help.
Mommy arrived with the police and they eventually transported the dog to the emergency vet. On the way there, they stopped to get some kind of legal stay the fuck away order for the man with no dick. Fortunately they crossed paths with a very caring lady from the Humane Society who insisted they relinquish the dog.
They agreed and the officer and the dogs owners mother took Solly to the vet.
The City Officer and the owner declined treatment at this point.
Neither could afford it.
The vet suggested Euthanasia.
The Nice lady from the Humane Society said NO.
That's when I got my call, asking, "could I help". Could I dedicate the next 3 to 12 months to rehabbing a little dog that may or may not recover? Would I be able to do physical therapy on a tiny creature who had suffered terrible abuse.
I said YES.

 

Monday morning the 20th of May, came and I arrived at the vets office to meet my newest angel. His name at the time was Buddy, but we soon changed that and added him to the list of beautiful fluffy white fellas that have touched our hearts.
Moses, Noah and now Solomon (Solly).

Hind limb Paresis
Traumatic Disc Herniation
Possible Spinal Cord Hemorrhage.
He was placed on an IV and urinary catheter.

Upon his release to me, it was determined he had no control of urination or defecation.
He would have to have both expressed. They also determined he could feel no pain in his rear end nor did he have any control over movement of those limbs.

Well, here it is May 22nd 2013 and Solly can (with little assistance) stand on his own.
He's able to retract and extend his rear left leg with some discomfort. His left rear leg is still very sore and may require more time.
His bladder and bowel movements are improving and although he still requires our assistance, he's improving. He's also giving us many tail wags!!!!

So, Continue to pray for or send healing energy or whatever positive thoughts you can muster, for this little man. He's got a long way to go and most likely, surgeries and such. I only hope, for as long as he's with us, that he's happy.

Day two comes to an end.
Deep dark eyes stare at me from behind a cage door.
I open the door, giving this fearful little creature a reassuring caress.
I want him to know he'll never be hurt again.
I want him to know I'll do everything in my power to make him better.
I want him to know my rescue heart is whole again for the little dog that
Refused to be Broken