Hi everyone, my name is Ella (well, I actually used to have another name, but it's been so long since I had a family that I forget what the humans called me). My rescuers have named me Ella, and I kinda like it. I can't remember exactly how old I am, but the nice Doctor who treated me thinks that I'm around 4 years old. I'm not feeling very well at the moment--there was an accident that I don't really remember, but I think a car hit me. I survived, but it's been a rough few weeks as I broke something called my 'hip' and now I can't walk. I didn't have anyone to take care of me, so I've been in pain for a while now....
Where is my family, you ask? Well, my Mum and Dad lost their house, and it was a bad time for them. I heard some humans in our old neighbourhood talking about it, and they said that Mummy and Daddy got something called a 'divorce'. I'm not sure what that means, but it must have been really bad because they left me behind and never came back. I stayed around my house, thinking they would come back to get me, but eventually I realized that I was on my own. I always hoped they would change their minds, because I stayed in the neighbourhood and survived thanks to the kind neighbors who left out food for me.
I guess it's been about two years since my Mummy and Daddy left and I'm really glad that there are some nice people who let me sleep on the porch in front of their house, and they never chased me away like some others did. They even left food out for me! I will always be thankful for them.
I had a bad accident a while back that left one of my front paws in pretty bad shape--I lost a toe and the infection was pretty bad. Nobody was around to take me for treatment, so it made it pretty painful for me to move around much. Mostly I just stayed around those nice people's house, close to the food they left out for me. I'm not very good at running anymore, so when the accident happened, I wasn't able to move fast enough and I was hit.
I guess it took those people a while to realize that I was in bad shape--they kept putting food out for me, but didn't know that I couldn't really eat it. You see, I can't move my back legs. It's been painful to try to drag myself around by my front paws--especially with the damaged one being so badly infected. Another neighborhood couple came along and asked about me--they had noticed that I wasn't moving around much and were concerned. When the lady got close enough to really see me, she started crying. I guess I must look pretty bad.
They went away and came back with a bag full of supplies, and gave me a bath to clean me up (it's not very nice when you have to go to the bathroom and you can't move around). It felt so good to be clean again! My paw really hurt, but they tried to clean it up and bandaged it so I wouldn't hurt it any worse. They took me to their house and made sure I was clean and safe.
Before I knew it, we were going to a place called a 'pet hospital', and there were really big doggies there that scared me. The nice people explained to the doctor what they think happened to me, and I had a whole lot of tests done. It wasn't very pleasant, but I was kept in the hospital and given something called 'IV fluids' as well as antibiotics and pain medication.
I LOVE the pain medication--for the first time in months, I'm not hurting as much. My paw stopped throbbing, and there are people who talk to me and stroke behind my ears... I really like that. Everyone is really concerned though, because I still can't walk. I heard the humans talking, and they said something about a 'Neurologist' and an 'MRI'. I sure hope that everything will be okay because the nice couple who brought me here and have been visiting me told me that they're going to find a good home for me where I can stay inside. Can you imagine?! I can't wait to have a home again... It's prety rough living on the street, even with nice people leaving out food.
I don't know what's going to happen, but I'm sure glad that there are humans out there who care... and I really hope that I'll be able to walk again.
Ella
Where is my family, you ask? Well, my Mum and Dad lost their house, and it was a bad time for them. I heard some humans in our old neighbourhood talking about it, and they said that Mummy and Daddy got something called a 'divorce'. I'm not sure what that means, but it must have been really bad because they left me behind and never came back. I stayed around my house, thinking they would come back to get me, but eventually I realized that I was on my own. I always hoped they would change their minds, because I stayed in the neighbourhood and survived thanks to the kind neighbors who left out food for me.
I guess it's been about two years since my Mummy and Daddy left and I'm really glad that there are some nice people who let me sleep on the porch in front of their house, and they never chased me away like some others did. They even left food out for me! I will always be thankful for them.
I had a bad accident a while back that left one of my front paws in pretty bad shape--I lost a toe and the infection was pretty bad. Nobody was around to take me for treatment, so it made it pretty painful for me to move around much. Mostly I just stayed around those nice people's house, close to the food they left out for me. I'm not very good at running anymore, so when the accident happened, I wasn't able to move fast enough and I was hit.
I guess it took those people a while to realize that I was in bad shape--they kept putting food out for me, but didn't know that I couldn't really eat it. You see, I can't move my back legs. It's been painful to try to drag myself around by my front paws--especially with the damaged one being so badly infected. Another neighborhood couple came along and asked about me--they had noticed that I wasn't moving around much and were concerned. When the lady got close enough to really see me, she started crying. I guess I must look pretty bad.
They went away and came back with a bag full of supplies, and gave me a bath to clean me up (it's not very nice when you have to go to the bathroom and you can't move around). It felt so good to be clean again! My paw really hurt, but they tried to clean it up and bandaged it so I wouldn't hurt it any worse. They took me to their house and made sure I was clean and safe.
Before I knew it, we were going to a place called a 'pet hospital', and there were really big doggies there that scared me. The nice people explained to the doctor what they think happened to me, and I had a whole lot of tests done. It wasn't very pleasant, but I was kept in the hospital and given something called 'IV fluids' as well as antibiotics and pain medication.
I LOVE the pain medication--for the first time in months, I'm not hurting as much. My paw stopped throbbing, and there are people who talk to me and stroke behind my ears... I really like that. Everyone is really concerned though, because I still can't walk. I heard the humans talking, and they said something about a 'Neurologist' and an 'MRI'. I sure hope that everything will be okay because the nice couple who brought me here and have been visiting me told me that they're going to find a good home for me where I can stay inside. Can you imagine?! I can't wait to have a home again... It's prety rough living on the street, even with nice people leaving out food.
I don't know what's going to happen, but I'm sure glad that there are humans out there who care... and I really hope that I'll be able to walk again.
Ella