A Fighting Chance
“Come on. Just a little further sweet boy,” our veterinary technician gently encouraged. She wrapped her arm around the young dog’s torso to help him take a few wobbly steps. She was holding a plate of warm chicken to entice him. This brindle-coated, emaciated dog is Cory. He arrived so ravaged by neglect that you could count every one of his ribs and see every notch of his spine. It was a wonder that he was even alive ... She steadied Cory on his feet and removed the support of her arm. He attempted to take a step on his own. But it was too much. His atrophied muscles gave out and he collapsed to the floor. A forlorn wag of his tail was all he could muster. She kissed his nose and rewarded his brave attempt with the plate of chicken. She worried if Cory was going to make it. It was still too early to tell, but she would do everything she could to give him a fighting chance. We’ll never fully know what Cory went through. Maybe it’s better that we don’t. We can only assume that he surv