Timber — Emerging Hero
Timber’s life had not started out like the normal puppy’s. At the tender age of 4 months, he was drug behind his owner’s car. The memories are so vivid. I just finished recovering the last surgery patient at the vet clinic where I work when the county’s humane officer came running in, a blood and dirt covered screaming puppy in her arms. The pup was immediately placed into my hands; and myself and the other medical team went into action. An IV catheter was placed and we gave him anti-shock medications. Shortly after he had calmed down, pictures were being taken to start a cruelty case.
The puppy, named “D.o.g” at the time, was staying at our hospital and endured 3 surgeries to debride and close up open wounds and to remove his dangling left ear. By the weekend, the attending veterinarian had assigned me to take him home to change his bandages and give him pain medication as I was the technician on the case.
“D.o.g” had become quite attached to me; that same feeling was mutual,knowing deep in my heart that the pup still belonged to his owner.
By the end of March a court hearing was held and the pup was awarded custody of the humane society. The humane officer knew how much I loved him and gave me first refusal. My automatic response was yes. “D.o.g” had become “Timber”.
Around the same time, I was diagnosed with PTSD. Timber started alerting to my disccoiative episodes. Now my service dog, he saves my life daily, proving that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.