The Owner Ignored His Trembling Dog With 4 Bullets Even Though He Begged For Release
“Please let me go,” the old dog seemed to cry as snow piled over his trembling body. His owner coldly insisted he “deserved it,” refusing help even as the dog looked over with tearful eyes that silently begged for rescue. When authorities were called and he was finally taken to the vet, his body temperature…
“Please let me go,” the old dog seemed to cry as snow piled over his trembling body. His owner coldly insisted he “deserved it,” refusing help even as the dog looked over with tearful eyes that silently begged for rescue.
When authorities were called and he was finally taken to the vet, his body temperature had dropped dangerously low. The slightest touch made him shiver, and doctors feared his organs were beginning to shut down.
X-rays revealed a nightmare none of us were prepared for. Four bullets were lodged inside his fragile body, along with a hematoma, torn lips, head trauma, and injured eyes that told a story of cruelty no animal should endure.
Two days later, his temperature stabilized, and he began drinking water and eating soft food. But his condition remained critical, and the doctors warned that we could lose him at any moment.
He couldn’t stand on his own, his muscles too weak to hold him upright. Spondylosis in his sacral spine and damage to his shoulder left him in constant pain, and even lifting his head required effort.
One bullet had struck near his spine, causing paralysis in his hind legs. Surgery was considered far too risky at his age, and specialists advised against it.
Still, Jem tried to rise every day, pushing himself despite repeated failure. Watching him struggle and collapse again and again shattered my heart.
Refusing to surrender, we transferred him to another veterinary clinic for further evaluation. The long journey exhausted him, and he cried at first before finally drifting to sleep as the landscape passed by.
After two hours, we arrived, and fatigue was written clearly in his eyes. The second team of doctors also advised against surgery and recommended intensive rehabilitation instead.
Phase one began with daily massage therapy to stimulate circulation and muscle memory. He remained remarkably cooperative, as if he understood that every session was a step toward dignity.
Gradually, he started practicing assisted walking exercises. The days were long and physically demanding, yet small victories appeared as his front legs strengthened and faint movement returned to his hind legs.
Jem slowly began trusting people again. Once resistant to touch, he now allowed gentle affection, and the doctor emphasized how essential love would be to his healing.
At home, my daughter’s patience and warmth transformed him further. Though progress remained limited and he still could not walk independently, hope lingered — even if it meant a wheelchair would one day become part of his story.
Regardless of the outcome, we made a promise to give him peace and protection. Jem would never again be left in the cold, and his remaining years would be filled with safety, tenderness, and the family he always deserved.
