The call went out. It was a Code Blue! This is WAY worse than a Code Brown (use your imagination). A dog had been hit by a car and left for dead. It crawled up against the side of a house and prepared itself to be called home. But that wasn’t to happen. Not this time. The dog, a velvet blue Pit Bull, was brought to BARC. A decision needed to be made. Put the poor animal out of his misery or amputate the leg that looked like it had been run through a meat grinder. And to make matters worse, he needed an FCL reconstruction on the other leg.
It turned out that even in pain, the dog was just an angel. No collar, no tags, no microchip. It was decided to give him a chance. He would keep his life – and his leg. A cast was made for the injured leg and the staff quickly fell in love with the dog they named Blue. Calls were made. He was sent to rehab at Saint Francis Angels. Just as before, he quickly stole the hearts of everyone during rehab. In fact, this was said about Blue: “This dog is a creampuff.” “This dog has no triggers. He’s fine with dogs, cats, people, children, and food.” “Nothing bothers this dog.”
Months later, both legs healed up nicely. Blue needed to leave rehab to make room for another deserving animal. But Blue was singing the blues because he couldn’t find a home. Sure, I blasted him out on the internet. Everyone admired how handsome he was. But no home for Blue could be found. After all, he was a Pit Bull. Finally, he was posted on the Jurassic Bark website. Almost one thousand people saw Blue and a family, who had already rescued a Pittie, stepped up. We drove Blue up there. Yes, It took an hour-and-a-half to get him there, but it was worth it. He fell in love with the family and got a new (very pretty) girlfriend named Hailey. Blue was finally home!
We had a lot of help from a lot of people. Nobody bothered to tell Blue he was about to lose his life or his leg. He just went forward with a smile on his face and big love in his heart. People tear up when he leaves. They did at the shelter. They did at rehab. And while I don’t recommend grown men crying, I almost had to reach for a tissue when we left him with his new family.
Dogs are great. Great dogs are rare. When you find one so outstanding in every way, it hits you. You remember it. You keep it with you – forever. That’s the beauty of the canine.
So, enjoy the before and after pictures of Blue. I’m sorry if one is a little graphic. But we rebuilt him, made him better, stronger, faster, more lovable (if that were even possible). Enjoy your life, Blue. You deserve it and are a true representative of your breed!