I want to tell you a story about Beau.
Beau, a typical Great Pyr, spent most of his life chained in a chicken shed. He was kept there for no particular reason that I know of, except that perhaps his owners thought he would protect the chickens or something.
He was fed nothing except table scraps. He had no idea what dog food was.
One day, about a week ago, a hero came into Beau’s life and rescued him.
She’s a friend of mine, this hero. She’s a mom, a wife, and dog rescuer. She found out about Beau and arranged to get him and bring him home.
It was a wonderful story, the kind that brings you to tears. This dog, about 12 months old, was rescued from the horrible life he had led, all his life, all the life he’d ever known, living in that damned chicken shed, alone, ignored, unsocialized, probably kicked, certainly frightened, and by all means, neglected.
She brought him home.
She cleaned him up. She had the vet out and began the long process of getting him up to date on his shots and checking him out for physical problems.
It looked great.
She was telling me about this, day by day, hour by hour, as Beau was redeemed.
And then she hit a big snag.
She knew going in that Beau was food aggressive, but that was to be expected. He’d never been fed properly in his life.
However, he bit her husband. He also began chasing his tail and snarling in spurts.
When a dog bites a human, there’s a big problem. When a rescued dog bites a human, there’s a bigger problem. How can you offer a dog to anyone if you know he’s bitten somebody?
So our hero did something fabulous.
She contacted an animal behaviorist to come out and check Beau out and see if there was an underlying aggression issue. And he passed with flying colors. He was terrified, and neglected, and unsocialized, but not basically aggressive.
Her husband, a really super good guy, went and bought Beau some toys and everything was forgiven.
And now I’m going to tell you how it all ended up so great and Beau is just coming around nicely and it will all be sunshine and roses forever.
Two days ago, he had a second appointment with the vet, and during that visit, something just snapped in Beau. It was all too much for some reason. He went completely berserk and if he’d not been muzzled at the time, he would have killed the person closest to him.
Nobody knows why. The vet had no idea. The animal behaviorist doesn’t know why. Our hero doesn’t know why.
But she had to make a horrible decision. She had to figure out what was the best thing to do for Beau.
So, she put up something on Facebook and said, “I have a dog here who has some problems with aggression. If somebody doesn’t come get him, I’m going to have him put to sleep.”
You reckon that’s what she did?
She did not. Somebody else did that, I think, but our hero did not.
Instead, she did what heroes do. She took responsibility for the situation and made an informed decision.
She had the vet come out today. They anesthetized Beau and took him back to the office where they did every test conceivably possible on him. They did x-rays, blood work, a complete physical from head to tail, looking for any physical explanation for his behavior.
There was nothing wrong with Beau’s body.
There was simply something very, very wrong with Beau’s brain.
And then our hero cried, and made the decision not to wake Beau up.
That is what you do when you’re a hero. Every story doesn’t have a happy ending. Many of them do, of course. Every life doesn’t end like Beau’s did, but the occasional Beau comes along and heroes face it.
My hat is off to my friend today.
And in the words of my friend:
People need to realize they don’t need a dog if they are going to make them a yard ornament. I have closure.A very wise older lady one told me that children and animals don’t have voices. If we aren’t their voices they will forever suffer in silence