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So I called the animal shelter where Moxie came from to find out more about her background. I thought it might help explain some of her quirky behaviors. I learned that she was not dropped off at the shelter as I had previously thought - no, instead she was found roaming the streets of South Central Pennsylvania by an animal control officer.
Poor Baba (her latest nickname) who was only appx 6 months old at the time, had the badly infected eye ulcer, only weighed 5 lbs! and the poor dear had 104 temperature upon intake.
*This was an early picture of Baba when I first got her, you can see how underweight she was..
Now I understand why she is constantly vacuuming the floor for any little crumb and why she always eats like she is starving, even if she just ate.
It explains why she is so scrappy and feisty, but also so sweet and loving at the same time.
It also explains why she seems slightly detached and independent at times.
The poor baby was a street dog hunting for food, not knowing when or where her next meal would come from :(
Of course I will never know the circumstances that led her to being homeless on the streets...
Was she let off the leash and escaped?
Was she abandoned by her owners who decided they couldn't afford to treat her eye so they let her loose?
Did she run away from home with a little stick and white bag thrown over her shoulder setting out on a mission to find a proper mama (aka me) who could take care of her the way she needed to be taken care of?
My fantasy mind likes to conjure up images of the latter.
The shelter folks, and the rescue org that pulled her from the shelter both feel that her eye injury occurred before she was homeless and that her former owners could not or did not want to pay for medical treatment so they removed her from the home. In what way, God only knows.
Now that I know this new information, I can only think she was very lucky to not have died from starvation or dehydration on the streets.
Lucky she didn't get hit by a car or attacked by another animal while she was sick and hungry and homeless.
Lucky she didn't get impregnated by another stray dog running lose in the streets.
Lucky she didn't get picked up by some thugs and used for who knows what purpose.
I find it amazing that of all her possible fates, she found her way to me instead! 4 states away!
My poor Baba.
I am holding her extra tight tonight, and every night.
I love her even more now that I know of her struggles.