Mange In Dogs Treatment

i first saw his photo on facebook post. a woman passing by the town by train had spotted him wandering the streets aroundthe station. it looked like a scene from a horror movie in fact there were people commenting belowactually claiming that the photo was not realif you're involved in animal welfare in greeceyou see too much suffering every day but

Mange In Dogs Treatment, that photo really broke my heart. i had no idea whati was in for when i said get him here and i'll foster him.i had absolutely noexperience with treating dogs like that one and the next day two of ourvolunteers travelled to 70 kilometers to get to him in a managed to catch him. weall met at the vet the same evening.

when we took him out of his box sight of hissuffering body and his absolute terror were so petrifying that we couldn't evencry. all four of us had been around dogs a lot but there didn't seem to be a rightway to behave around this one so we basically just stood there and watched.we're pretty sure that we had taken him off the streets just to offer him achance of a dignified death and that the vet would advise that we put him tosleep. but he didn't. he examined him, to blood samples and sent us home. he sufferedfrom very contagious type of mange so we put him in a small bathroom upstairs. he justlaid there in the corner and was so obvious he just need to be left alone

so we let him rest, and as you were coming down the stairswe heard him eat it was so relieveing - if he eats, he wants to live the next morning the bet called and said: "he's fine, let's begin with the treatment" we laughed. we still laugh about it. what hemeant was that his vitals were ok and his chances of surviving very good butthat phrase "he's fine" was just unbelievable those first couple of weeks were so overwhelmingboth was. he must have been feeling so safe and secure in that small room thathe slept for hours and hours. he would eat four times a day and then just goback to sleep i felt like i had tiny treasure to protect and nurture andchecked on him a dozen times per day in never heard asound coming from thatfrom upstairs, not barking scratching not

even the slightest movement. i'd simplyopen the door change his water put on his plate andwatch him go back to sleep he must have felt so cosy in that badthat he'd only get up to pee every 24 hours. within 10 days he had alreadygrown stronger and started taking small walks out on the terrace.the first time hewagged his tail made my heart melt. he was gaining weight and confidence every dayand made such as speedy recovery that noone could believe it. we made it weeklyupdate on him on the facebook page and he looked so much stronger and healthierfrom one week to another that our first thought of having to put him to sleepnow looked simply ridiculous. when we shot the

scenes for the after part of his rescuevideo it almost looked fake. it had taken billy less than two months to become a gorgeous trusting and lovingdog. there were in fact people claiming on his rescue video on youtube that hewasn't the same dog that it looked fake and that we had actually swapped dogs. and then this emailarrived from more than 2,000 kilometres away it was the first and only adoptionrequest we ever had on him but we would have picked it anyway among the millionothers. emma was greek living in switzerland had followed billy's story since day one. we started exchanging emails and messages everyday i'd inform her on anything i knew or thought about what itwas like about what he loved

or not and about how he'd behave in anew environment. i'd sent her photos and videos of him playing my dogs or takingwalks are simply just sitting there being cute. saying goodbye at the airport was one of thehardest things i've ever had to do i came back home crying waiting for hisflight to arrive. we skyped once they were home i missed him so much and ready andyet i was so happy to finally see him where he belonged. and then first emailsand messages starting arriving with photos and videos of billy's new life and details on hisdaily routine and all the progress he was making they allowed me to take aglimpse on his life and i felt so grateful. within 10 months emma and i had exchanged more than2,300 messages with every new detail and

every new photo the memory of him would become so vivid and yet so distant a lot of dogs came after him. dogs i fostered and loved and helped. but as the months went by billy's photos were still my desktop background and mymobile wallpaper and even my facebook cover. it was like while his memory wasdrifting farther away i'd try to keep in close as possible anyway i could. andfinally thei reunion happened. i had been preparing for it for months since theday i got that message from emma saying that they might be visiting greece forchristmas. i was so nervous and had been planning everything every singledetail everything i'd say or do or feel but billy was always too special for anything youcould ever plan or imagine about him.

he did recognize me of course he recognized my dogs and theywere so happy to be together again they run off playing and doing whatever it is dogsdo when they get along. we spent the day together he was so happy. a happy dog. a dog theat hadabsolutely nothing to do not only with that hairless bag of bones i had fostered those firstweeks but not even wth the healthy gorgeous animal i had given up foradoption 10 months ago. i kept looking at him. and even though i knew it was him in a way it felt that he wasn't he had been completely formed and shaped bythose two amazing people who adopted him

and he was most definitely 100% theirdog their pet their baby. i could finally see it. and i was so relieved

so this video is dedicated tobilly's parents, for everything they've done and for everything that they willdo, but most of all for allowing me to let go the smoothest and most gentle way possiblethanks