Mange-riddled and abandoned, trying to survive on the streets of Kyllini in western Greece. |
When I first saw him he was trotting behind two backpackers
who had just gotten off a ferry boat in Kyllini, a small port town in western Greece. Maybe
he’d had good experiences with tourists feeding him in the past.
But they didn’t even notice him.
I too had just gotten off the ferry from the island of Kefalonia. Diamandi,another dog who just a few weeks earlier had been in desperate condition on thestreets herself, sat in my rented car drooling gallons due to motion sickness.
She was on her way to Athens, where along with three other
ex-street dogs she would board a plane and fly off to a happy new life in Denmark,
thanks to help from three rescue groups, Graeske Hunde, Kefalonia Animal Trust,
and Santorini Animal Welfare Association, as well as from all their generous donors and volunteers.
For a moment I thought about it. What if I were to load the
mangy Kyllini dog into the car, pray he would get along with Diamandi, pray
harder that his mange was the non-contagious demodex type instead of the highly
contagious sarcoptic type, and beg Graeske Hunde to take him into their program
too?
But prayer often doesn’t do you much good without some
common sense. The plan was sorely lacking in the latter.
Conflicting
responsibilities
Diamandi was already miserable with the car sickness that
had plagued her from the moment we’d left our house in Kefalonia—losing so much
liquid through her extreme drooling that I had to stop every 30 to 45 minutes
to give her rests and to allow her enough water to keep her hydrated, but not so
much that it came up in barf.
Today, my responsibility was to her and to the other
three dogs who needed transport to Denmark. It wouldn’t be fair to
them or to the hardworking rescue groups to risk any mishap.
At least, though, I could photograph “Kyllini,” as I’d oh-so-imaginitively named him, and ask at one of the nearby tavernas if anyone
could help.
Eyes so inflamed he
could barely open them
The minute I parked the car, Kyllini hurried right up to the
driver’s side. He watched me through the window, waiting for me to come out. He
wagged his tail. It seemed he was doing his best to appear friendly and
appealing, even though the mange had afflicted him so severely that he could
barely open his inflamed eyes.
When you see something like that, and you care even the
slightest bit about animals, you’re hit by so many different feelings that it’s
hard to think straight. There’s grief, frustration, anger, nausea, and the need
to cry, to name a few.
Forcing myself to focus, I drew a deep breath, found my
camera, flipped it on, told Diamandi to wait, and stepped out of the car.
The tail wagged harder. He came forward to greet me.
“Hello, sweetie,” I said, carefully dodging his attempts at
contact, afraid of transferring anything infectious to Diamandi on the eve of
her departure for her wonderful new future.
“I’m so sorry I can’t pet you, baby. So sorry.”
As if understanding, he stopped, but kept wagging his tail.
“Do you mind if I snap a picture?”
He cooperated, standing politely still, watching me eagerly.
Right then an 18-wheeler coming off the ferry almost ran
both of us over in the driver’s haste to get to the highway.
Kyllini darted away and disappeared into a field of bushes.
If you or anyone you know are in the Kyllini area and might
be able to help “Kyllini” the dog, or if you know of a locally active rescue
group, please contact The Dozen Dog Diaries at youradopteddogATyahooDOTcom.
Please see the next article about Kyllini and Diamandi.
ALL PHOTOS AND TEXT BY KATERINA LORENZATOS MAKRIS (unless otherwise noted)
COPYRIGHT 2012
Dear Reader,
The Dozen Dog Diaries (DDD) would be delighted if you'd spread the links to these
articles. Please just keep in mind that reprint or re-post of more than
a paragraph or two of the text or of any of the photos is allowable only by explicit
permission from DDD, who may be contacted at
youradopteddogATyahooDOTcom. Thanks for visiting!
Katerina,
ReplyDeleteI am so grateful that you are there being a voice for these voiceless animals. Thank you for all you do. With love and so much gratitude, Rae Sikora
Ms. Sikora, I'm deeply grateful to YOU for these thoughts. Means a lot to me that you read these posts, and most important that you care about the animals, who as you say, are unfortunately voiceless. By sticking together as advocates we might be able to get somewhere in improving their lives. Thanks again so much for reading and caring.
ReplyDeleterescued!
ReplyDeletehttp://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150876820602854.386180.70957012853&type=1