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Auction Information Page- Justin the Eskie   My name is Justin...they used to call me Lucky. For the longest time, I don't know how long, I did not feel "lucky". I was in a shelter, and I was very scared. A nice woman came to get me out of there, and I was so happy...but then I got sick, very sick. I coughed and coughed and coughed. I couldn't eat, I got so weak, I had to go to a hospital. The hospital was scary. I was put in a room by myself. I couldn't leave the hospital because they said I was "contagious." No one would take me as long as I was contagious. I was in the hospital room by myself for almost a month. Sometimes the Dr would come, sometimes the vet tech would come in, but they hurt me. Everyday, they poked me with needles, they gave me so many different kinds of medicine, but I didn't get better. They gave me some medicine that made me forget who I was. Sometimes I would try to eat, but didn't know what the point was. I am old, and I was sick, and nobody loved me...and I kept coughing. They called me Lucky, but I didn't think I was Lucky. Sometimes I wished I would die, but I didn't. My fur was all matted, my eyes all cloudy, my ears clogged up with wax, and I smelled. I hoped that the vet techs or the Dr would clean me up, but they didn't. I hurt all over and I was very lonely.     After such a long time, finally some people named Lana and Scott came to get me. They put me in their car, and I cried really loud, I was so scared. I couldn't remember who I was, I could only remember how everything hurt me. I didn't want to be hurt any more. Where was I going? Lana and Scott drove me to meet Danny. Everybody looked so sad when they looked at me. I was so skinny and weak, and I smelled. I cried some more. Danny put me in his car and we drove a long time, finally I fell asleep and I dreamed, but the dreams were all bad. I wished so hard that I would die, but I didn't.

Danny brought me to his house, and I met Kim. I also met a lot of other dogs who looked like I used to look when I was young and healthy and somebody loved me. Everything scared me that day, and I was so tired. Kim put me in the bathtub and clipped away as many of the mats in my hair as I would let her, and then she washed me. I shook and I whined and struggled. Finally, I was so tired that I fell asleep in the tub. I would kind of wake up every so often, and look at Kim. Kim was crying. She asked me, "Didn't they feed you in there? Couldn't they have combed your hair or cleaned your ears?" She said I was so skinny, and that she was so sorry this had ever happened to me. She promised that no one would ever hurt me again. Kim tried to comb away all the scabs under my fur, but I couldn't take anymore. I cried really loud, I wheezed, I coughed, I howled. Kim got me out of the tub and dried me off. I continued to cry, so she hurried. I could hardly walk, but I kept walking, around and around the house. I would walk into a corner and not know how to get out. Kim and Danny would pick me up, and I would cry out "Don't hurt me!" They carried me outside to go potty, they carried me back inside when I was done. They gave me some food and I ate it. They put me in a crate, but I couldn't turn around in there, my body felt so stiff. Finally, I laid down and fell asleep. I woke up lots of times and coughed and whined. I still didn't remember who I was.

Everytime I got scared, I coughed. Kim said that she put some herbs in my food, and that soon I would feel better. I didn't believe her, but I ate whatever she gave me.

It has been one month now that I have been living here. Kim and Danny smile at me all the time. At first, I would only let them touch my face. Kim would say over and over, "Love you, love you, love you." Then I let Danny scratch my neck...now I let them pet me anywhere! It feels good! I eat good food everyday. I have had 2 more baths, and I don't have mats anymore! The scabs and bruises from the needles are almost gone, and I'm not coughing! My eyes have gotten almost all clear, and I don't stink anymore. Kim and Danny still carry me outside to potty, and carry me back in, but I don't cry anymore when they do, and sometimes I can come up the stairs into the house all by myself!

I rake up my rug every night, until it is just right, and then I go to sleep. I don't have bad dreams anymore. Just last week, I could RUN! I can jump now, too! Kim and Danny smile really big when I do that...sometimes Kim looks like she will cry to look at me, but she looks happy at the same time. A few days ago, I chewed a bone! Then Kim gave me a rawhide, and I really like those! I chew and chew and chew...I don't want the other dogs to take it, so when I'm tired of lying down and chewing, I walk around and chew. I never thought I would be happy again, but I am happy. Best of all is that everyday I remember more and more who I am... MY NAME IS JUSTIN, AND I AM LOVED.
My vet bill was almost $3,000. Some people sent donations to the vet. With the donations and Danny talking seriously to the vet, my bill was lowered to $2,000 before I was discharged. Danny and Kim paid the $2,000 and they were later reimbursed from the Heart Bandit HQ fund. Needless to say, this bill has drained the HB HQ fund somewhat. The doggie $$ of this auction will be donated to HB HQ fund, ALL OF IT, even if we raise more than $2,000. Please dig DEEP in your pockets. I'm sure there is $$ in there along with all those training treats(ummmm...you could send me the treats too....I like them a lot!).

Justin UPDATE: My foster Mom and Dad think I can be adopted to the right people/person. I'm not on their web site yet, but will be, along with my story. When I first came "home", because of the shape I was in, Kim really didn't think I would be adoptable...but now daily I make so much progress, who knows? Kim's only concern is that I would not be able to adjust somewhere new again...but she's not ruling it out! Mom feels that I would not travel well very far, so it would have to be someone in Ca, willing to drive to meet me. Kim can email or regular postal mail anyone interested an adoption application...One more thing, I am NOT neutered, I was not strong enough for the surgery. Mom seriously doubts that I am even "shooting bullets" anymore, let alone able to commit the act :) I don't care about that, I have been given a second chance at life. If you can provide a responsible LOVING home for me, with LOTS of hugs, kisses, belly rubs, good food, praise, lots of treats and especially companionship and love, email my Mom….My name is JUSTIN and I AM LOVED!

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Information pages for Justin and Spanky:

Justin the Eskie	Spanky the Cat

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