Prequel--Molly & Mickey

Over the first weekend in August, I received a call about 3 Yorkies that were coming into rescue. Their owner had died unexpectedly, and there was no one competent enough to care for the dogs. Actually, we had known they were coming into rescue the week before, but it took until the very end of July for the person who was Power of Attorney to call for Save A Yorkie Rescue to come and pick them up. And, what a sorry lot they were. Sixteen year-old Molly was blind and deaf--her eyes were so very light blue from the cataracts she had. She was emaciated, and weighed in at 5 lbs. 4 oz. By her frame, she appears to be a dog who should weigh about 7 or 8 pounds. She was filthy dirty, and had teeth that were yellow-green in appearence. It was difficult to pick her up--she was all bones. But could she eat!!!!! She had a rattling cough when she came to me on August 3, 2009, and she kept getting trapped in corners, having to be rescued when under a chair or in a corner.

Mickey, upon admission to rescue, was described as having dreadlock-looking hair hanging from his mouth. His teeth were the worst the vet in Williamsport had ever seen. In fact, before he could come to me for fostering, he underwent removal of all his teeth--they were all decayed and rotting. In fact, they had to anesthetize him to even clip his hair around his mouth. He was also very emaciated, weighing in at 8 lbs. 6 oz., and his frame looks like he should weigh in at around 10 lbs. For the first week with me, he ate ground beef or chopped chicken with rice, and was he EVER a sloppy eater!!! Food went everywhere as he learned to navigate eating with only his tongue and no teeth. I had to feed them in the exercise pen--if I did not, my little piglets would have wanted to share in their food.

I did not get their 9 year-old sister, Missy, to foster. She went to another SAYR volunteer. She was the one who made it first to the bowl of food, tho, as she weighed in at 16 pounds. The person who picked her up said she looked like a barrel with stick legs. Missy went off to the exercise spa, whereas Molly & Mickey came here to be pampered and fattened up.

This prequel is long overdue--I was so caught up in caring for both of them that I just could not take the time to sit down and let you know how they came to being in Yorkie Hospice & Senior Rehab. In another prequel later on, I will introduce you to my "helpers"--my own three dogs.