On a fall morning, I took all my strength to change my plant trader format, with the idea of going for a run and making the photosynthesis.
I put on the training clothes, the headphones and I went down without thinking a thousandth of a second more by the elevator to the street.
I remember sitting and adjusting the laces of the sports shoes when a gray car passed by, braking and throwing a black bag out the back door, and then escape.
As it was very early, few people frequent those hours.
We were 5 or 6 people when a woman who had a meter of mine said:
How sick we will be as a society that the first thing we thought was: it's a baby!
I approached slowly until I began to untie the knot that had made this killer and it was true, it was a baby.
A puppy baby labrador type.
I took it out of the bag and it was the size of a little Indian bunny
The dog / rat came out of the bag and started walking with certain difficulties.
In total we were 5 or 6 people, of which 5 said: what a nice puppy, but nobody picked it up, until he started walking on the main street in front of my house.
I do not know if it was a reflex act, but I ran, I picked it up and took it home.
"" The excuses a man makes not to run ""
As soon as we entered the house, the first thing I gave him was some milk (ERROR), they told me afterwards, I kept looking at him astonished for a long time.
I saw that he was blind, because he moved a finger and did not follow him, his tail was broken, his stomach swollen with parasites, stains and bruises all over, in sintesis: destroyed.
I got off, got in the car and took it to the nearest veterinarian. I must admit that even though I met him 1 hour ago and without knowing anyone, he likes to have an animal die. Then I went from a quiet moment to one of anxiety because the vet, or nobody told me something.
Two hours went by as if I were going to be a father and through those red doors, the vet came out.
Although I studied several careers, in the part of Human Resources they prepared me a lot about body language and that of the veterinarian was very bad.
Two hours went by as if I were going to be a father and through those red doors, the vet came out.
Although I studied several careers, in the part of Human Resources they prepared me a lot about body language and that of the veterinarian was very bad.
He sat down and said: Look, the puppy arrived in very bad conditions. His stomach is full of parasites, he does not eat, his tail is not broken, but he has a very strong infection, his hair fell off and he has it with a number of bacteria that give him that shape. He has a blindness caused by the same picture that it reached his whole body.
We already gave him antibiotics, we sanitized him and everything that is given to them in these cases.
So? I asked for.
Because of the seriousness of his condition at the most 48/72 hours or a miracle.
I said: I'll take the second option. And I was a whole week coming and going.
Poor, he slept all day until it was his turn to go to the vet.
The days passed and every time I saw it better. When my idea was no matter what it cost to save it and give it in adiposity to friendly people and they could give him the dedication that they need.
And many surprises that I do not even remember.
It was time to name it and I called it Légolas.
Unmissable acting
And to think that he had 72 hours left, that I was going to give him up for adoption once he was cured and a veterinary friend told me: you do not understand, you are not the owner of Légolas. You are everything.
