when i got to the humane society today, there was a woman there with the most emaciated dog i’ve ever seen. she was surrendering him. i try not to make eye contact when i see people bringing in their pets (i always worry about making them uncomfortable), and instead i say something loving to the animal and keep it moving.
i walked a dog, and then when i came back inside, a vet tech was bringing the pup back to put him in a kennel. she saw me coming and said, kindly, "don’t look." i told her i had already seen him, and just couldn’t believe it. you can see every single rib, and his hipbones stick out more than any animal i’ve ever seen, including on animal precinct. his face is sad but trusting, and he is totally adorable.
the vet tech told me that the woman who brought him in took him from a neighbor–basically saw that he was being horribly abused, and convinced the neighbor to give him to her. i love this woman. then the vet tech, noting my heartfelt interest in him, said, "he still needs a name. do you want to name him?" i was dorkily excited about that. i looked at his cute little face for awhile and decided on milo. she said, "milo it is!" now he has a little nametag on his kennel.
i visited him a few times during my shift, just to put a hand on his head and tell him that he’s safe. poor, poor milo. i can’t wait to see him next week.