I've been wanting to share this for a few days now but every time I have attempted to I just can't find the words to express what this little guys story truly means to me. It's been the only thing on my mind since I was first aware of it. This especially hit me hard considering I know quite a few of the people actually involved in this whole story since I'm very active in the local Siberian Husky community here. To see their faces just puts everything in a whole new perspective where suddenly nothing else matters but getting Hero the help he needs.
The story goes like this:
He is from the L.A., California area. He was dumped in a shelter 2 or 3 days after Christmas. We first picked up on this his story on Facebook, The rescue who saved him was trying to obtain funds with a chip- in to cover his medical expenses. The story that they posted read... XMAS PUPPY DUMPED IN SHELTER 3 DAYS LATER.
This poor little baby was obviously someone's Christmas present only to find himself abandoned in the shelter 3 days later. He appears to be about 5 weeks old and should probably still be with his mommy. He was dumped at a Los Angele's County Shelter because he is having seizures. He actually had a seizure while being transported to the vet's office form the shelter. This sweet baby needs vetting, blood-work, bile acid test, etc..
The rest can be read in a daily blog form here if you feel so inclined. Personally I don't think it would kill you to take some time to read about the legacy of a hero. I use to think my upbringing was rough but this poor guy really had it "ruff". (trying to lighten the mood here)
A few more links I would like to leave you with:
I have dedicated my user pic in remembrance of Hero. There's only one thing left to say at this point as I bow my head in a moment of silence before I do so.
North of The Rainbow Bridge
The time comes. A Siberian Husky lifts up its head. There is an untested adventure beyond. Time to go.
Across the Rainbow Bridge is a place for all dogs. A river runs wide and shallow with tennis balls that fly with their own wings; that is the place for a Labrador or Golden to await its master's arrival.
The Siberian is not content here. Northward is its trail....
There are soft pastures for Aussies and Border Collies, with sheep and geese to pen. Agility equipment grows like trees amid Frisbees and flyball.
But the North continues its sure wild call, and the Siberian's journey continues....
Now the air is colder. Now the moon is always full. Now the light is silver and it breaks and shimmers on fields of bright snow. Now there are no roads, no walls, no pens, just endless space to run. This is where Siberians gather, North of the Rainbow Bridge.
They wait in this beautiful place, happy, but not complete. Suddenly, a howl begins, as one dog senses someone coming, someone very special. All the Siberians raise their heads and join in the ancient chorus. They dance like moonbeams and sing like winter winds.
There are red ones like dawn streaks, black ones splattered with many colors and silver ones like the first strange hour before light. They line up as if in harness and run together, in a scintillating, many-colored streak. The leader of the team guides the others past the fields and river, with racing feet and racing heart. They rush to greet the new arrival at the Rainbow Bridge, where the leader is rejoined with its beloved person, never to be parted again.
The glory of the reunion is celebrated by all the Siberians dwelling beyond the Bridge, a glimmering, multicolored team leaping and whirling with joy. The light from that scene is what we see on magical evenings in the northernmost parts of this Earth: The Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights beyond the Rainbow Bridge
HERO - 1-29-12