Nevaeh

I am no bigger than a 6 month old pup. My tongue looks and feels like a piece of old shoe leather, because I have not had water in so long. When officer Fisher picked me up, I could see in his eyes, it wasn’t good for me. He took me to the city shelter. I was given food, and water, and a clean cage. That’s where I was when you first seen me. Although the shelter was so much better than, where I came from, you knew I needed more.

You immediately went to work. You told your rescue, Red Dirt Boxer Rescue, that there was a little boxer that needed help from you guys. You begged the shelter to allow me to come home with you to become a foster of RDBR, you would not adopt me until after the case went to court. You told them if that is not allowed, at least let RDBR bring in a vet to start giving me care. The shelter would not have minded you doing this, but it is against policy, they didn’t want to risk the case against my abusers by doing something against policy. You would not be satisfied with this answer. You contacted the arresting officer. You contacted District Attorney Mark Gibson.

Both of these guys went to work to get me in your custody. The very next day, I had been signed over to RDBR as a foster home, until it was time for court. You took me to your home. You had a soft bed, a bowl of food, and water waiting for me. You had a vet appointment for the next day. As you examined me, you realized I was bleeding from my nose. The times you and the other rescuers visited me, this was not happening. You knew I needed to be taken to the vet immediately. Dr. Free’s office took me in. They said I was days from dying when you brought me in. They gave me extraordinary care. They gave me iv fluids. They gave me medicine to help make me hungry and to restore the balance in my system.

They said I had the worse case of hookworms they had ever seen. My little body was riddled with the worms. The food I finally received at the shelter, did me no good. The only thing I got to do was taste it, the worms got the rest. They killed all the worms. They prepared special meals for me so I would not eat too fast and make myself sicker. They knew the blood in my diarrhea was not a good sign. I tried really hard for you. I tried to be a fighter; I showed them and you a spark of the dog, I once was.

 This morning, I just couldn’t fight any more. I couldn’t stand up, I couldn’t walk. I slipped into a coma. I quietly died.

I don’t want you to cry for me.

I want you to fight for me.

I want you to continue in your efforts to help the DA prosecute my abusers. I want you to educate the public, on how much this hurts. Have people read my story. Show them abuse is real, and it happens here, locally, next door. It is not just something they read about or watch on TV. Help them learn to fight for me and all the others like me. Show them there are others willing to fight for me too. Show them that DA Gibson and Officer Fisher are not fighting for nothing. Fight to make sure everyone knows that cruelty to animals is wrong and should be punished severely. I am not a human, but I was alive.

Stacie, you and your friends are my angels. I will be waiting for you at the rainbow bridge.

Just wait until you see me run.

Thank you for your love and kindness,

Neveah

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Red Dirt Boxer Rescue is a group of dedicated individuals who have made it their mission to find safe, loving homes for homeless or displaced boxers located throughout the State of Oklahoma.