Little Eye - the story of a rescued dog

Chapter 2

After a couple of months problems at the shelter resurfaced and the owners of the location forbade us to use the rooms within the building and shut it down. Once again, I was forced to find an urgent solution for Ochisor. The only option I had was to take him to a driving school's location, in a small metal enclosure in the yard, which was divided in half, it had two cages, and I took Ochisor there. Jennie was there also, a female German Shepherd half-breed. The space was way too small for two big dogs, but it was the only option I had. I couldn't take him home because I already had 5 dogs, 3 of which males, who would not have been excited at all to be forced to tolerate the presence of a new and big male.

For two months I went there every day, with food in my bag –mainly chicken, to make their existence easier in that place for Ochisor and Jennie. But there were more dogs in that yard, and every time I appeared, they all gathered in a circle around me, "begging" for goodies. Not to mention that I was also caring at that time for Sasha, the paralysed dog. And she wasn't left alone for one second, so I had to take her with me everywhere. A friend from Italy had sent me a bag for transporting dogs and in that I was carrying Sasha around, in the bag on my back, which was hell for her, being paralysed and not being able to maintain her balance. And she got agitated, the bag was cutting my shoulder, so from time to time I had to stop, put her down and let her calm down a bit and then move on. But the hardest thing by far was leaving Ochisor and Jennie all alone when I had to go home. Ochisor was crying for me not to leave, and my heart was literally tearing apart. And frustration took me over. Why can't I do more? Why can't I offer him decent living conditions?

I admit it was a horrible period, not to mention the money I had to spend on Sasha's caring and on Ochisor and Jennie's food, plus all the dogs from the driving school.

Slowly, winter came along with the cold and I realized that I won't be able to make this trip every day to the driving school, with Sasha and food in my bags. Also, those concrete floors the enclosures were built on were anything but good for Ochisor's health. And of course, his eardrops needed to be administered daily. It was hell trying to give him his drops, sticking my hands through the wire mesh.

My goodness. Thinking back I can't believe I did all this. But God gives power to those who help others in need; that is certain.

Eventually, my colleagues from the shelter split a bigger enclosure to make room for Ochisor and Jennie. Split as it was, they had three times the space they had at the driving school. But it proved to be a bit more dangerous. The girls put up some wire netting, but it's like they didn't exist. Ochisor tore it all down, trying to free himself to run after me, or to search for me when I couldn't show up. He managed to land himself in the nearest enclosure, where two females and a very sick, epileptic male lived. I am convinced that Ochisor was attacked by the two females, who were wilder by their nature, and Ochisor, trying to defend himself, attacked the male, who was the weakest. Sadly, he died and one of the girls declared that Ochisor is a "murderer" and we have to get rid of him as soon as we can. The other girl tried to set her straight, telling her "Brinda will eat you alive if you give Ochisor away". She calmed down, but yet again we were forced to find a solution for him. Sadly, the only one we could come up with was to put him on a chain.