Hi, my name is Loo-iss, stupid spelling for that name right? I was given the name because when Safe rescue first became aware of me they were told I had been living in a toilet for six months. Actually its quite amazing I can actually speak about my story because for a long time even after I was rescued I had shut down and wasn’t letting anyone in. People were trying to befriend me and talk softly to me but I didn’t even acknowledge they were really there. I was like a ghost, getting up and going to the loo only when I was very sure nobody was around and nobody was watching. Not touching my food until I was sure nobody could see.
There are lots of different kinds of rescuers in Romania. Some have good provisions for the dogs in their care, some barely adequate and others have the heart and the best intentions but can give little to meet their needs. I was rescued by the latter. Well meaning and well intention people who took me out of a public shelter because if they hadn’t I would quite simply have died. Whether my death had been through disease, starvation or an attack from other hungry suffering dogs nobody knew but it was a certainty I would have died there. In actual fact I had been rescued a year before. I was taken to a kind of derelict building with many other dogs in various places even in enclosures on the roof! I was put on my own in an old toilet. It was simply brick and concrete. I had an old sack for a bed and here I stayed for a year, fed and watered but nothing more. I lost the will to go on, but went through the motions of eating, sleeping. Finally a pitiful pic of me in my toilet was put on facebook and another rescuer approached safe rescue and asked if they would take me. Safe rescue is set up to help dogs like me, the old and the vulnerable are their specialty.
Its been a long road, I remained shut down for many months. My first foster home were very kind to me but I couldn’t let them in, they were men and men had been bad to me in my past I couldn’t let my guard down there. After trying to get through to me for months they felt it would be better for a woman to try. I was moved then to auntie Helen and I am making progress at last. I go for walks now. At first I was going because she made me and still just going through the motions of putting one foot in front of the other. After a while I caught the scent of something that interested me and stopped to sniff it. Such a ‘normal’ thing for any other dog but for me the fact that I was interested in anything was massive and a definite turning point. Now I enjoy my walks. I still eye passers by with caution but my head is not hanging down, I am not looking at the floor and I am sniffing and even peeing on things. I am interested in the world around me at last.
Recently I made a major leap forward. After a long walk I found myself feeling hungry. Auntie Helen was doing tea and so I went and stood behind her to wait for mine. She was so surprised when she turned round and saw me she almost cried. Prior to this she had to bring my food to my bed and then leave the room so I would eat it without her seeing. She put my food on the floor and I cleared the lot! Nowadays I also approach them when they are eating and ask for their food. I am the only one allowed to sit and scrounge because it is such a massively positive thing for me I can get away with murder here now, no wait I did growl at the cat the other day and she actually told me off!! cheek!
Anyway, the point is that now I have started to enjoy life there will be little steps forward every single day. Nothing huge, I’m too old to do cartwheels but the depression has lifted and my life is worth living at last. Auntie Helen says I have to have an adoption album now. She says that I am very capable of making the rest of my progress in someone elses home. She said there are some wonderful people out there and that they will find me someone who will understand that I am a bit special. She said one day I will move on from here and for the rest of my days I won’t have anything but the best. One day.
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