The story of Ben starts with a puppy in the possession of a man, barely alive, dehydrated and floating in and out of consciousness, rescued by a lady who knew instinctively this German Shepherd puppy left with the stranger standing in her shop, would surely die. Ben was placed in her arms for the amount of five dollars and as she placed the near lifeless puppy down on an old piece of rag, it was all she could find in the back of the store. She knew time was against her. Locating a cardboard box, she set to work as she began her earnest endeavors to save this puppy's life.
Ben took his time recovering, as days turned to weeks, the puppy grew strong and became Ben.
Finally unable to contain his enthusiasm for life, devouring shoes, sofa's, pillows; the last straw was Ben jumping fences only wanting to socialize. The world was Ben's friend, only not everyone wanted to know Ben. It was at this time stage that Ben would come to meet his forever home.
I am a silent witness to the story of Ben. I was there the day he first arrived at the house. Magic. Ben jumped from the vehicle into the yard that would become both his haven and his prison. Ben crossed with Labrador for sure, his coat and markings that of a German Shepherd, his character that of a lab. Ben brought gifts, shoes, sticks, socks, cell phones! He loved the pool,clean or green, Ben loved the pool. He loved all and his greatest pleasure was escaping when the gate was left opened. Ben would take to exploring the neighborhood. He jumped fences, bothered neighbors, and when he refused to listen was taken to the local SPCA.
Two weeks later, Ben's family collected him from death row, temporary walls and fingers crossed Ben came home. Only the taste of freedom consumed him and all too soon Ben was out his yard, over the boundary walls again. This time he was given to the police to train with the hopes Ben would become a responsible citizen. Three weeks later, Ben's family opened their back door and there he sat, tired, exhausted, paws bleeding, happy to be home. Tensions between the neighbors increased and then the family moved to a small holding. Here Ben came alive, he ruled his kingdom. Ben died 3 December 2018 from tick bite fever.
He was euthanized because his owner had no funds to save his life.
Forever in my heart, he belonged on a beach, he deserved so much more than neglect, ticks and indifference. He will be remembered forever as I last saw him........ears back, licking me hello, jumping up and down, running beside the vehicle, always eager to say hello. If I had known this was our final meeting, I would have stayed longer with you. Rest In Peace Ben!
Ben took his time recovering, as days turned to weeks, the puppy grew strong and became Ben.
Finally unable to contain his enthusiasm for life, devouring shoes, sofa's, pillows; the last straw was Ben jumping fences only wanting to socialize. The world was Ben's friend, only not everyone wanted to know Ben. It was at this time stage that Ben would come to meet his forever home.
I am a silent witness to the story of Ben. I was there the day he first arrived at the house. Magic. Ben jumped from the vehicle into the yard that would become both his haven and his prison. Ben crossed with Labrador for sure, his coat and markings that of a German Shepherd, his character that of a lab. Ben brought gifts, shoes, sticks, socks, cell phones! He loved the pool,clean or green, Ben loved the pool. He loved all and his greatest pleasure was escaping when the gate was left opened. Ben would take to exploring the neighborhood. He jumped fences, bothered neighbors, and when he refused to listen was taken to the local SPCA.
Two weeks later, Ben's family collected him from death row, temporary walls and fingers crossed Ben came home. Only the taste of freedom consumed him and all too soon Ben was out his yard, over the boundary walls again. This time he was given to the police to train with the hopes Ben would become a responsible citizen. Three weeks later, Ben's family opened their back door and there he sat, tired, exhausted, paws bleeding, happy to be home. Tensions between the neighbors increased and then the family moved to a small holding. Here Ben came alive, he ruled his kingdom. Ben died 3 December 2018 from tick bite fever.
He was euthanized because his owner had no funds to save his life.
Forever in my heart, he belonged on a beach, he deserved so much more than neglect, ticks and indifference. He will be remembered forever as I last saw him........ears back, licking me hello, jumping up and down, running beside the vehicle, always eager to say hello. If I had known this was our final meeting, I would have stayed longer with you. Rest In Peace Ben!
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