What does it mean to truly live a life? This is a question I certainly don't have a concrete answer to, but I do know what it means to not live. I know because I've seen it time and time again through the eyes of the innocent and gentle creatures who look back at me with fear and hopelessness from their filthy surroundings. Despite the frequency of rescues similar to Lou Ferrigno's, it never ceases to amaze me that humans can force another living being to exist in such conditions.
The call came in from a concerned citizen alerting us of a dog being held in a vacant home. We quickly responded and when we entered the "home" we were shocked at the degree of filth and trash. In a corner of the kitchen was a gentle, but emaciated and grimy, brown and white male terrier mix peering at us nervously. The amount of feces, urine, and garbage spewn about the area where he was being held was astonishing and made it very clear that he'd been there a long time. How long, and more importantly why, is not certain. Those answers will come later with the help of the Animal Cruelty Task Force.
His nerves quickly subsided with a few hot dog chunks and we easily persuaded him to come with us. Obviously malnourished, we paused outside to allow this gentle boy we named Lou Ferrigno to have a bite to eat. After garnering some very thankful kisses, we loaded Lou into the rescue vehicle and drove off towards his new life filled with food, love, and a clean kitchen!