Did I mention how beautiful he was with his large
pale light blue eyes that had a speck of black on one iris, which made him look
cross-eyed. He had a dark black/brown brindle coat. He was a mid-sized dog, and maybe if
he had known a family, he would have weighed about 50 pounds or more. As it was, he was
probably about 20 or less. Did I mention how beautiful he was?
All night Saturday, at the symphony during a tribute
to Richard Rodgers, all I could think about was this poor little shot-up dog. Sunday was
no better, and by Monday morning, I was a puddle on the floor; could not stop crying.
MONDAY: I called the Hilton Head Humane Shelter to ask them for resources for this dog, in the
way of monetary support. Susan and I cried together and she graciously offered to look into it.
She was gleeful when she called back with the names of angels Sharon Wagner and Sally Fedman. I
telephoned Dr. Allen Henry and said, "We have help!!" I was thrilled and so was he. He remarked
what a good dog little "St. Jude" was and how sweet he was. Henry then took another X-ray, and
when I stopped by the hospital that night to visit little Jude, he had some very bad news. Jude
had been hit by a car, his pelvis knocked out of whack on one side by inches and the ball
jammed into the socket on the other side. He could not believe the dog had lived as long as he
had. I felt he came to me so that I could save him, as no one was able to save my Allix, who
died after 24 hours of valiant efforts by Henry to save her from a gunshot in her spine. Did I
mention how beautiful he was?
TUESDAY: My friends contacted Mark Robertson of the Beaufort Humane Association, and he said he
was certain the board would agree to assist in this life-saving effort of a little fellow who
so desperately wanted to live. All these angels decided that little Jude was worth saving and
so did Henry. He said after their donations, he would do the rest for free.
WEDNESDAY: I was anxiously planning for a homecoming, and my excitement and love grew and grew.
I don't know why I fell so hard for this little flea-bitten, shot-up, misshapen bag of bones. I
believe it was his eyes. Did I mention how beautiful they were? The amazing thing was that
people who had never met him were not just willing but eager to help him. He had the most
incredible effect on people.
THURSDAY: It is now day five in his struggle to live. Things are looking extremely grim. The
hip injury will probably end his life. The grief is overwhelming. I feel like screaming, but
that would more than likely get me fired or at the very least sent home. I am still praying for
a miracle, and believe me, if he survives after all this, it will be a divine intervention. No
one deserves a break in life like little Jude. He has struggled against impossible odds during
his life, incredible pain and hunger, and now to die so ignominiously when help and love
finally arrived in his lift, in bucketloads, is beyond anything I can accept. Well, little Jude
will put on his collar tonight, hold his toy and be put to sleep. He is coming home with me,
the only home he will ever have, too late.
FRIDAY: Last night I was beyond grief, engulfed in a sorrow that did not feel like anything I
had felt before, despite losing both parents and friends over the years. I begged Henry not put
Jude down until Wagner spoke with him. They were not pleased with me, but I bought little Jude
SATURDAY: Surgery is scheduled for Jude this morning. Jude did not look very happy last night,
but that's because be had an enema. No one looks happy with stomach cramps. I have a dread that
he will be destroyed in the next hour or so, and all this will have been for naught. I am
running over to 1 Hour Photo because I am afraid in an hour all I will have left of him is some
photographs. The photos are great! You can really see the improvements in St. Jude's appearance
over the span of a week. I feel like a manic depressive. Totally high highs and lows beyond
SUNDAY: God bless Dr. Allen Henry. He spent hours on St. Jude, straightened out the two-inch
difference in either side of his hips as much as possible, untied the sciatic nerve which had
fibrous growth, untangled the mess of the rectal area, used some wire, a lot of love and
prayer. Henry is my hero!
MONDAY: The report is excellent! He is doing great! We do not know yet if he will be able to
walk, but he has put on 2 1/2-plus pounds and is noticing his surroundings -- that is, he is
fussing at the dog across the way for being in his room. I am going to see him tonight and
bring him another toy. Robertson is also going to visit; he, too, will be bringing him a toy.
We're going to arm wrestle for Jude; we both want him.
TUESDAY: I saw St. Jude last night. He slept for a while with his head on my arm and my head on
his shoulder, singing "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine." I can never finish the stanza
because I sang it to Allix the last time I saw her alive and was on the floor when I got to
"Please don't take my sunshine away."
WEDNESDAY: He has had intestinal function; you know what that means. The staff at the hospital
sound hopeful when they say they will try to towel-walk him tomorrow. Ooohhh, it's so hard
being a mom of a critically ill child.
THURSDAY: I asked if Jude was towel-walked and Becky said, "Well, he stood up and then fell
over." I said, "Well, that had to hurt! May I visit tonight?" Sure, she said.
FRIDAY: Oh, My God! Thank You Thank You Thank You! We had a great visit last night. I brought
him a toy, and I read it to Jude as I pointed: "I" "LOVE" "YOU." Jude smiled and smiled. His
tail wagged and wagged. We sang, he talked to me, mooning like a cow, just like Amber does when
she tries to communicate with me. As I sang, "You are my sunshine," he rolled over onto his
back and with his shot leg, pushed my face several times as if to say, "Oh! Please!" We laughed
and it pained me deeply to leave; we had such a good time last night. I am going to ask Dr.
Henry if I can take him home for the weekend and work on therapy. Here's hoping. Life is good.
Most recent report: Jude's leg was put in a cast so it could have more stability while it
healed from the gunshot wound. Once the paw has healed and the cast comes off, one more surgery
is scheduled on the hip where he was hit by the car to make it easier for him to use his rear
leg. Poor baby!
Story by Karen Anderson
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