Suddenly, my peaceful slumber was interrupted by the persistent ringing of my phone. As I fumbled to grab it, my bleary eyes scanned the glowing display and revealed an ungodly hour – 5 AM. I pondered who could be calling at such a time until a trembling voice pierced through the static. It was Maria, frantic and distressed about a sack of puppies she had found near the forest’s edge. The pitiful sound of whimpering dogs echoed in the background, tugging at my heartstrings.
She begged me for assistance, her voice trembled with fear. I wasted no time and sprang into action, hastily donning my clothes and making my way to the border of the woods where Maria was waiting for me. As I drew closer, my spirits sank as I witnessed a heart-wrenching sight. The bag contained three adorable pooches, but regrettably, only one survived. She was a wee creature, battered and bruised, with an unkempt coat. I scooped her up from the bag and cradled her in my arms, her heart pounding frantically against my own.
Maria and I acted quickly to take the small dog, whom we affectionately named Evochka, to the nearest veterinary clinic. Upon arrival, the attending veterinarian assessed Evochka’s injuries and promptly began treatment. We were informed that she was suffering from a high fever and dehydration, her hair was damp, her skin was cracked and wounded, and she was refusing food and water.
The veterinarian advised us that Evochka’s situation was critical and if we had not intervened in time, she may not have survived the night as her two brothers did not. The thought of what could have happened if Maria had not discovered Evochka and contacted me was unbearable.
As I observed Evochka undergoing her medical procedures, my heart was filled with a sense of sadness. Despite being so young and delicate, she had already gone through so much agony and hardship. I was determined to ensure that she didn’t succumb to her illness.
Evochka’s condition was severe, and she frequently suffered from life-threatening episodes. The medical staff had to provide her with fluids and oxygen nonstop. She experienced swelling and convulsions, and her body temperature plummeted drastically. Her wounds were severely infected, and her white blood cell count spiked. Urgent blood transfusions were necessary, and powerful antibiotics were administered hourly to her frail body.
For several days, I was constantly by Evochka’s side, keeping a close eye on her and hoping for her speedy recovery. The veterinarian worked tirelessly to keep her alive, but ultimately, it was up to Evochka to pull through on her own. I remained optimistic and determined, refusing to let death take hold of her fragile state. My patience, faith, and hope finally paid off when Evochka began to take her first steps towards regaining her strength. Her vital signs gradually improved, and while she wasn’t yet able to feed or hydrate herself, she was slowly regaining consciousness and coming back to life.
Evochka’s wellbeing was being aided by the doctor’s actions, and my focus was on ensuring a positive future for her. We experienced many encouraging signs, including Evochka’s ability to consume liquid food and water via a syringe. Her bodily functions were also intact, which brought me immense joy, particularly when she passed urine. However, caring for Evochka involved several painful procedures that required her to lie on a heating pad, under consistent medical supervision, and constant monitoring of glucose absorption into her body.