For the last two weeks I have driven a route looking for a small Blue Heeler that stole a part of my heart. After a very long day of treating patients, two weeks ago, on a very chilly night, wind chill below freezing, on my way home, sitting at a stop sign just off I-55 was the cutest Little Blue Heeler.
Of course I stopped even if it was near midnight. I spent 45 minutes on the side of the road in the dead of night trying to catch this little one - every time I would get close, the little thing would wag it's tail and bounce at me, then run out of reach. This went on till I couldn't feel my toes, my finders were numb. I had to get out of the weather. I vowed to go back the next day and I did - the Little Blue Heeler was nowhere to be found. The next day - again no Blue Heeler, but there was a highway crew near the area and they took my business card and promised to call if they saw the Blue Heeler.
Sure enough - the sweet thing showed up, the crew called but I was busy seeing patients. I called my kennel staff and they went to the site, food in hand. But after an hour they to had to give up. But the Little Blue Heeler had a grand meal of bacon and dog food.
Over the next two weeks morning and night I drove that route looking for the Little Blue Heeler. Last weekend my husband helped me search an abandon building near the location hoping to find the Little Blue Heeler.
Finally, on Thursday night, two weeks after the first sighting, the Little Blue Heeler was found. Dead along side of I-55. I am just heartbroken. I can't imagine how scared that poor little thing was out there all alone, cold, and hurt.
To the person who dumped the Little Blue Heeler - I don't even know what to say to you. The Little Blue Heeler was full of life and wanted so badly to trust...
Maybe next week will be a better week.
~ ConnieKayA
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A Southern Girl being the voice for those who do not have a voice.
A Southern Girl being the voice for those who do not have a voice.
