Asher NEEDS YOUR HELP!
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My name is Asher. I was given that name because I was told it meant fortunate and blessed. As I was neither fortunate nor blessed prior to my arrival at There's Hope Dog Rescue.
I am about 2 years old although I look like I am about 8 years old. I was used as bait for fighting. What does that mean? It means I was either chained or confined and used as a bloodsport. Other dogs would bite and tear into me and caused me great pain... never killed me though... but have killed some of my buddies.
When they were finally done using me they threw me out of a van at some strangers house at 10pm one night. The nice people called animal control to help me. I was then picked up and brought to the shelter..... however it was a kill shelter where I didn't stand a chance.
The nice volunteers knew I needed help and out as soon as possible and took pictures of me and sent various pleas to rescues.
Thankfully the Director of THDR showed interests and wanted me. I can't believe anyone wanted me. Why?! What was the point?
Upon arrival to Ithaca NY my health had declined even more. I lost the will to live. But this rescue lady was so adament for me to stay around!! She brought me to the their vet and it was discovered..... that I had severe wounds and swelling ALL over my body..... aside from the obvious. I only weighed 44lbs and I should be about 80lbs. My hips hurt. My legs were very swollen from all those painful bites. My teeth are black and rotting... the teeth that I have left that aren't rotting have been filed down so that I couldn't defend myself against other dogs. My mouth really hurts.... it would be so nice to eat a meal without pain. My nails are practically gone. They too were filed down to nothing so again I would be helpless. And finally to top it off I have heartworm disease. I am a mess. This makes me sad. I didn't ask to be born into this world. But who care's right??
Well this rescue lady cares and is determined to help me. She says she loves me and wants me to be happy.... what is happy?? My foster mom thinks I am just the cutest, lovable, and sweetest boy ever!!?? Ummmm..... weird. Cute?! Whatever.
Please help the rescue lady fund my medical expenses to help my painful mouth, remove my dead teeth, and treat my nasty heartworm disease. Because, now that I have met these nice people, and have had yummy consistent meals, and an AWESOME dog bed.... I WANT TO LIVE!!! I WANT TO LOVE, AND SHARE LOVE, AND GIVE LOVE, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY GIVE HOPE. Please don't let me down again.
**We are a 501(c)(3) so tax donations are tax deductible. Our tax ID is 46-5096021**
I am about 2 years old although I look like I am about 8 years old. I was used as bait for fighting. What does that mean? It means I was either chained or confined and used as a bloodsport. Other dogs would bite and tear into me and caused me great pain... never killed me though... but have killed some of my buddies.
When they were finally done using me they threw me out of a van at some strangers house at 10pm one night. The nice people called animal control to help me. I was then picked up and brought to the shelter..... however it was a kill shelter where I didn't stand a chance.
The nice volunteers knew I needed help and out as soon as possible and took pictures of me and sent various pleas to rescues.
Thankfully the Director of THDR showed interests and wanted me. I can't believe anyone wanted me. Why?! What was the point?
Upon arrival to Ithaca NY my health had declined even more. I lost the will to live. But this rescue lady was so adament for me to stay around!! She brought me to the their vet and it was discovered..... that I had severe wounds and swelling ALL over my body..... aside from the obvious. I only weighed 44lbs and I should be about 80lbs. My hips hurt. My legs were very swollen from all those painful bites. My teeth are black and rotting... the teeth that I have left that aren't rotting have been filed down so that I couldn't defend myself against other dogs. My mouth really hurts.... it would be so nice to eat a meal without pain. My nails are practically gone. They too were filed down to nothing so again I would be helpless. And finally to top it off I have heartworm disease. I am a mess. This makes me sad. I didn't ask to be born into this world. But who care's right??
Well this rescue lady cares and is determined to help me. She says she loves me and wants me to be happy.... what is happy?? My foster mom thinks I am just the cutest, lovable, and sweetest boy ever!!?? Ummmm..... weird. Cute?! Whatever.
Please help the rescue lady fund my medical expenses to help my painful mouth, remove my dead teeth, and treat my nasty heartworm disease. Because, now that I have met these nice people, and have had yummy consistent meals, and an AWESOME dog bed.... I WANT TO LIVE!!! I WANT TO LOVE, AND SHARE LOVE, AND GIVE LOVE, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY GIVE HOPE. Please don't let me down again.
**We are a 501(c)(3) so tax donations are tax deductible. Our tax ID is 46-5096021**
Organizer
Diana Niemi
Organizer
Freeville, NY