My rescue dog rescued me

There’s nothing quite so peaceful as watching my dog Ray snore in my arms.

Before I started graduate school, I worked at a humane society in Edmonton. I had been working there several months when I met Ray. Except at the time, his name was “Demon dog”, because he was totally blind from cataracts and therefore had white eyes that made him look possessed. Imagine Storm from X-men when she does her freaky weather thing.

Aaanyways, the first time I met him, he was trapped at the back of his kennel while the rest was being cleaned. He was obviously frightened and disoriented, so I decided I would take him into the back yard until they were done washing. I didn’t want to pick him up because his eyes scared me, and I had been bitten too many times by unfamiliar dogs to trust this weird, anomalous creature infront of me. But after trying to leash him and making things worse, I had to pick him up. He grabbed on to my arms with his little white paws, leaned his head against my chest, and snuggled in. I fell in love.

The problem was, he was a stray. No one knew where he’d come from or what he’d been through. I didn’t even know his name. He was given two weeks for his owners to pick him up, and then he was scheduled to be euthanized. He was old and totally blind – not suitable for adoption. Two weeks. I tried everything I could think of to find his owners. I called the probable breeder. I called vet offices, radio stations, I even got friends to look for flyers in the area he was found to see if anyone was looking for him. No one was. After a week and a half, it was clear that the little guy was going to get euthanized. And to be honest…I was fine with that. I’d been working there so long I’d become used to losing dogs I loved. He was going to be another mark on a chalkboard of dogs I’d cared about that had died, not really a life lost. It was my boyfriend that stepped in. The dog had made an impression on him. The dog was clearly old, but maybe we could make his last hurrah memorable? He didn’t want this poor animal’s life to end like this, blind and alone on a table without his family.

So we took him home. Despite the fact that our apartment was not dog friendly, we snuck him in and out. Three times a day, up and down 18 flights of stairs each time. At first he was quite an ugly dog. His hair was so thin you could see his pink skin underneath, and he had a curly little rat tail. But with some love and care, his fur grew in and 2 years later, he’s turned out to be an exceptionally beautiful dog.

The funny thing is…we thought we were saving him. In actuality, he’s saved us many more times. It’s impossible to come home in a bad mood and stay in a bad mood when there’s a fluffy, happy, blind little dude wagging his tail and bonking in to everything just to get to you and say hello. He’s gotten me out of the house on walks when I thought I was going to crack, and he’s been my friend to hold tight at night when I psyche myself into thinking my house is haunted (yup, PhD student, still freaked out by ghosts). So the fact of the matter is, I don’t know how I’d be getting through my PhD without him.

I’m not advising you to go out and buy a puppy. Just hold on to and appreciate the things that get you through. A PhD is never done alone – it’s collaborative. So take a moment to thank those who, day by day, stay in your corner, whether they have two legs or four. You couldn’t do it without them.

4 responses to “My rescue dog rescued me”

  1. neerusha says:

    I love your dog and totally agree that pets save us in more ways than we could ever thank them 🙂

  2. I can’t believe that I haven’t come across your site before. There is so much to find online about owning dogs and looking after them!

  3. Arlene Reid says:

    I read your article in the Edmonton Journal on April 23. I was so moved. Poor little Ray. What horrors did he live through in his life. Thank goodness your boyfriend stepped in. I can’t imagine working at the Humane Society and seeing those poor animals dying alone and unloved. Those kinds of stories just haunt me. I am so glad Ray has you in his life but I can’t help think what he has gone through. Thank you for sharing your story.

  4. Darlene Pearson says:

    Ria – I read Ray’s story in last Sunday’s Calgary Herald. I live in Calgary and was involved in Eskie Rescue for a while. I have two blind Eskies – Beau has been blind since birth and doesn’t know he has a problem. Dixie, however, has gone blind as an adult with the same problems as Ray. While not as intrepid as Beau, she loves to run around around the back yard (only occasionally ricocheting off a plastic garbage can) with that huge Eskie smile on her face. There are many lessons to be learned from the Beaus, Rays and Dixies of this world. Thank you for sharing Ray’s story. Darlene

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