On March 4, I picked up your dog on the northeast side of the county, after receiving a call from a couple who found him in their yard.
When I saw him, I put on my best happy face so he wouldn’t be scared of the stranger coming toward him. I talked to your dog as we slowly walked to the car, and told him everything would be fine, when, in my heart, I feared the worst. I flagged down a gentleman who helped load your dog into my car. Even he was moved by the injuries he saw. I drove him directly to the vet clinic.
On March 5, my worst fears were confirmed. He had a massive wound to his head that was infected and a fractured skull. The swelling on his leg that, at first, I thought might be broken was bone cancer. His quality of life would not exceed over 30 percent if we proceeded with medical care - not good enough for this noble dog. The decision was made to end the pain he was in, but didn’t show.
I was with your dog as he passed from his pain to a far better place. I held his paw and looked in his eye and cried for a dog that was not my own. His eyes never left mine.
I made arrangements for your dog. He was cremated and I brought him home to rest beside the beloved pets who it has been my privilege to have in my life.
I will remember your dog for being noble even in the face of such pain, and for the look of thanks in his eyes as I held his paw and told him it was OK to go and run with the wind.
On his behalf, I thank the couple who called when they found him and the gentleman who helped me load him in my car.
Who or what caused him such horrific injuries and pain, we may never know. But, it is good to know that there are still people who care enough to pick up the phone.

Cindy Jarvis
McPherson