A New Home

I am taken from the silver table and placed back in her bag.  I hear the zipper noise as darkness takes over everything around me.  Then the noise of the motor gets louder and...off we go!  I arrive at my new home only 20 minutes later.  A bed is made and a toilet prepared.  These are such strange things to me.  I feel better after food is put down on the floor and I am able to drink clean water.  The woman leaves and a man picks me up, puts me in a cloth and comforts me until my eyes close.  I feel at peace.  I am warm and safe, finally.

Finding my way

Well, I am finding my way in my new home.  I am living in the bathroom, sleeping on his old shirt and trying to figure my way out in this strange place I am living.
Each morning and evening I get medicine in my ears and something is put all over my body.  It must be  to take care of the awful sores that are all over my back, legs and shaved tail.  I love following him around the room and rubbing against his legs.  I try to walk on the computer but I get brushed off and find comfort in sitting next to him or on his stomach.  My road to recovery has begun and I am finally safe from the busy streets of Beijing!

Trip to the Vet

......After 2 days of being left in a box a change is on its way.

She comes back in and stuffs me in a bag and then zips me up.  It takes everything in me to be able to poke my head out of this dark and smelly place.  The next thing I know we are flying through the air.  A man in front of us is riding his scooter as fast as he can while my poor little head struggles to get the air it needs.

"How can I get out of this thing?" I think to my self.  There is no way.  Surely a jump out of this bag would bring the end of me.  This ride seems to go on forever. Stop, go, stop, go - I am feeling exhausted.  Finally it stops.  I am brought into a large cold room where I am placed on a silver table.  Two men are poking and grabbing at me while "she" talks with someone. Is this it? Will it all end here?  I am not happy.  I cry and moan but no one cares.  Suddenly a man with gloves on carries me upstairs.  This is when the torture begins.  Since when does scraping skin off make someone feel better? Better yet, a long white stick is stuck so far down my ear I feel it coming out the other side. "OUCH!"  The other man comes over and takes most of my back and leg hair off.  I feel naked and defenseless.  After about 30 minutes they bring me back down to the same place I had just left.  I feel abused but something in me tells me that this is a good thing.  Before I could relax, a long tube is stuck in to my throat and a small piece of rock is lunged into my stomach.  "GULP!" That didn't feel good at all but, once again, I feel that someone is taking care of me.  For once I will be loved.

Rescue

August 27th.  It was a Monday night and a cool summer evening.  It was on the streets of Beijing that I was found.  Crawling out from underneath of a car, large people surrounded me and dragged me away from familiarity, food, and my family.  I felt the awful feeling of being torn away from all that I knew and thrown into a box with a towel.  No on heard my cries to be taken back.  I felt helpless, alone, cold, and hungry.  This lady makes soft noises to me and seems to love me even though she doesn't know me.  I was given tuna, water and a towel to sleep on.  I cried until I couldn't cry anymore.  I slept.

I am hungry.  I am in pain.  I feel sick.  So many people are interested in me.  They pick me up, throw me down, place me on cold, hard surfaces and push me around with their feet.  Why? Why am I in this situation? What did I do to get this?  And then, finally things get quiet.  I can feel something coming over my head and then it gets dark.  It is darker than I have ever known and quieter than I could ever imagine.

You see, my short life has consisted of noises, dirty floors, sickness, and never knowing when I would get my next meal.  I was born on August 1st and left to survive on my own.  Left alone to survive in a scary and busy world.  I have managed to find small bits of food (not ever enough) and search for warm, dry places to rest my little head.  I have lived never knowing if I would have to fight for my life.  I have had to run away from fast moving things only to find out that other members of my family are no longer alive when I turn around.  I finally wandered into an area that was safe. I called it home.  Home was a large collection of plants, grass, and rocks.  I slept here. I lived here.  And now I am living in a box surrounded by darkness and quiet.

I will sleep until the lights are turned on...