Chapter 3 – Nessie’s World
Nessie was one of my earliest foster pugs. When I picked her up at the vet in Keller, Texas, I was more than a little nervous about fostering her. Rescued from a breeder at the age of eight, she had whelped many litters of pups. In fact, she had just weaned her most recent—and final—litter. One of the characteristics of unscrupulous breeders is that their dogs’ medical needs are often ignored. Nessie was in bad shape. Her body showed the stress and strain of continuous breeding. She was seriously underweight. But worst of all, her eyes were severely damaged. The vets doubted that she had any vision at all. Could I deal with the needs of such a physically challenged creature?
She shook with fear when I picked her up. We sat together in the vet’s office until she had a chance to calm down. My experience in handling rescue dogs is that they can sense when they’ve been removed from a life of neglect and abuse, and are safe in the hands of caring humans. Nessie was no different.
At home, she quickly began to adjust to new surroundings. She felt her way around the house, and when she went outside, I showed her how to find her way across the patio and out into the yard. In no time at all, she was navigating inside and out with little difficulty.
About two weeks later, during a follow-up visit at the vet, the decision was made to remove her damaged eyes. I left her at the animal hospital, and when I picked her up again two days later, her head was swathed in bandages. My heart broke for her. I decided then and there to adopt her. On the one hand, I hated the thought of her having to learn a new house and yard all over again. But more importantly, I had fallen in love with this brave little lady.
That was two years ago. Today, Nessie’s world is as bright as any creature’s could be.
Next, the mischievous and daring Dahlia.