Goldie, The Pit Bull Boy

Here's a specific scenario, and just one of many, many miraculous chains of events i can relate.
I was in an area of America I usually am not in, in order to find a specific studio with a great ambiance. It was a rough area.
I saw a lovely golden pit bull dog, chained with an extraordinarily heavy chain, weighted down.
I turned the care around, despite schedules, and went to him, petted him leaning over a fence, and saw that his neck was bleeding from the collar pulling it with all the weight of the chains.
He had a tub of dirty, disgusting water, and a tub with some ant-infested cheap, supermarket food, and only a few feet in which to move.
The few feet were wrapped around a tree.
He was clearly only a puppy still, maybe 7 months old.
He was elated to have me near him and to get attention.
I removed his collar and determined to help him.
I washed the wound and applied peroxide and neosporin cream from a nearby store and waited for the owner or owners.
In a few hours, after I'd gotten the dog - a male - some frontline flea meds and had bought him toys  - he'd had none - and new bowls, the owners arrived.
I walked to their front door and asked very courteously if they were aware that their dog's neck was cut by the collar.
Instead of thinking the worst of them, I was open to the owners, sympathetic, and caring.
The man explained, who was older and a little shaky on his feet, that he could hardly see, that the dog belonged to his son who was away, and that he couldn't allow his wife or daughter near the dog since he jumped up on them.
He said he managed to put the water and food out once a day, and that other than that - the dog was on his own.
Even though there was a fence, he thought the dog should be chained.
After having let the owner know I was being kind and helpful, he thanked me for coming directly to him rather than calling authorities.
He told me more about his situation, about having diabetes and other health problems.
I was able to introduce him to better ways of treating the dog, and by visiting several times, and doing things for him for the doggy, I leanred that he really would like to walk the dog.
I bought a nice halter and leash for the dog, a dog house, some nice padding and cozy bed for it, and trained him a little each visit.
I spoke to him about the dog's feelings and needs, and slowly he began to feel for the dog.
I paid for the vet and took the dog in. I bought the doggy good quality food and supplements and he began to look wonderful.
As I demonstrated my caring for both the man and the dog, and for his family, the man began to value the dog as an individual.
The man not only began to love the dog and to appreciate him but he began to walk the doggy.
And to train him, and to spend more time with him.
The man decided to allow him to live within the fenced yard, unchained at last!
The man, at the last visit, accepted a book I gave him on diabetes - a health book fillled with suggestions about veganism and healthiness and alternatives to medicine - and among the blessings the man received by being open, and I received by being open, was that I thought of a book - I merely had had the idea of getting him a book to help him with diabetes - and while in the recording studio someone came in with a book on diabetes that someone had given him and he asked if anyone wanted to read it!
I offered to buy it and he gave it to me to give to that man instead.

The compassion, the caring concern, the sharing of information, the thought of helping the man with the book, and then the book appeared out of nowhere.

The dog is loved and cared for, (and he would surely have died in the next day or so from the stench of his wounds if I had not found him that day), and the man is healthier for caring for the dog, due to playing with him and walking him, and by our meeting, he's now learning - the man - to be healthy. It might have saved both their lives!

I offer to help where I'm needed, where I am meant to be, and good intentions and thoughts get answered almost immediately.

It was no accident that I happened to see that dog, or that the diabetes vegan health book happened to appear.

With the right setting on our souls, the right experiences occur.

I wish I could say that Goldie's fate was secure.

I wish I had a photograph to post now, but when I get it out of storage, I will.

His sweet, smiling face, and always enthusiastic demeanor made him charming.

He broke away from the chain in that yard one day and was happily living with a neighbor down the street when I investigated about him weeks later, but the original "owner" ( a horrible term! it should be, in this case, the slaver!)  found out and dragged him back to that yard until, supposedly, the man's son took him somewhere.

Who knows where he is?

Or what they'd planned for him?

I wish that even if I had not been able to talk Goldie's person into getting him neutered, even if I paid for it, I had been able to take him in when the other people had had him.

Then, at least, he wouldn't be used in a vicious manner, or to create even more dogs who are not taken care of.

Please, when you see a chained dog, make sure he's sheltered, has water, toys, and is cared for, out of the elements, and, as in Goldie's case, at least made warm.

I'm so happy that I had bought him a doghouse and fleecy cushions and covers.

It was the only comfort that I'm aware that Goldie ever had had up to that time.

He's in our prayers and forever, in our hearts.

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