In April, 2008 I received a call from the president of the rescue group I volunteer for asking me if I would take in a little 13 year old senior who had already been at two different foster homes and had to be moved. She was dropped off at my house in a travel crate and when I opened the door, out rolled an overweight, bald, oily and smelly dog. She was barking her head off and when I picked her up she gave me a ‘sewer kiss’. Her teeth were so rotten
her mouth smelled like a sewer.
She had ‘mill’ tatoos in both ears and had obviously been bred many times. I instantly fell in love and I named her BESS. Almost every tooth in her mouth had to be extracted and it was discovered she had an enlarged heart and hypothyroidism. From the history I could gather on her, she had spent 10 years in two different mills and then was ‘rescued’ by someone who kept her outside in a pen with many other dogs for 3 years. For my birthday in June, 2008, I adopted Bess and promised her that she would live the rest of her life being spoiled rotten. And she firmly
held me to that promise.
She was referred to as “Queen Bess” and had everyone who came in contact with her very well trained
to grant her every wish.
On April 1, 2009 her heart couldnt take any more and she passed away in my arms, wrapped in her favorite ‘snuggly’.
I miss her every day,
but I am so grateful
for the year we had together.