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Alicia Keys

 

The day I went to pick up Alicia Keys was not only the first dog I picked up from the reservation, but also the day I met Pilu for the first time. Pilu saw this poor dog dragging herself across the road, obviously injured, trying to get somewhere. She had been hit by a vehicle.

 

 

I got the call to see if I could pick her up and bring her to the emergency vet. Pilu was so kind to pick her up and get her off the side of the road until I could make the 45 minute trip to where she was found. This was important because this dog, this poor girl, had enlarged teats. That means one thing...she had puppies. Pilu and I met up and walked everywhere we could, looking and listening for any signs of life. Nothing. We couldn't wait any longer to get our injured girl to the vet. She was moved from Pilu's truck to mine leaving behind vomit with all kinds of garbage in it. Signs of scrounging through whatever she could find for food. Once we got to the vet, a post on social media was made to see if she was anyone's dog. She came with a set of keys on her collar. Someone must want them, and then maybe we can find her pups. Silence. No one stepped forward for her. The vet named her Alicia Keys because of the keys she was carrying. The outlook seemed like she could make it, but with a long recovery. Sunday, the next day came with the terrible news that the injuries were more severe than everyone first thought. I went to the vet as soon as I found out and helped her pass on to her next journey. She was so peaceful and soaked up the affection. Through it all, she was loving, lapping up the attention, looking into your soul and saying it's ok. It's ok.