So who is Chester and what is it he is recovering from, you might be wondering....well our paths crossed 3 weeks ago. I was driving home when I saw a very mangy, skinny, scared looking large dog besides the road just outside São Bras, the thing is he had not been there when I had gone past earlier. He was not one of the regular street dogs that are around and about, he seemed the new kid on the block!
Having stopped to see him, he growled at me and I realised that the boy needed food - rushed to Lidl and returned with a few cans of dog food. This time I was greeted with a tentative tail wag which upon devouring the food, turned into a full swinging tail and rubbing of his face to try and help with the itchiness.
Now I am a dog lover, I have my own dogs (5 rescue dogs) and then I also foster for A.D.A.C.N.R - currently I have a slightly neurotic, separation anxiety foster dog and prior to that I fostered 3 brothers from 5 weeks old until they were re-homed in the UK. I also have one cat and a very patient partner who is less animal loving more IT geek and just like the Litte Britain sketch ...the answer was 'The computer says no!' when I said I wanted to bring him back home with me.
So, I went home, felt useless, so came back with more food and water, then had probably one of the worst night sleeps that I have ever had. Why? Because I felt guilty that I did not do more. Now, do not get me wrong, I am not trying to save every dog, cat, horse etc that is in a dire predicament (which we all know there are many) in the Algarve, however, I was there, I found him, I saw him and I walked on by...not cool. The next morning I told my partner that if he was still by the road that morning I would pick him, take him to the vet and ............OK I did not have a good plan...I could see the panic in my partner's eyes as he saw my determination!
I was confident that this lad would be where I had left him by the road, he did not disappoint, it was almost like he had been waiting for me and he allowed me to slip a collar on to lead him to the car. His face was flaking off, his ears were caked in blood and unsure whether this was mange, leisch, scabies....what ...it was a little unnerving having him rest his head on my shoulder from the back seat and lick my neck whilst I drove the 20 minutes to the vets....I was feeling itchy by the time I got there, it seemed the more that he scratched, the more I did as well! (this is the first street dog I have picked up that had NO fleas! - even they seem to have standards!)
His name, Chester was spur of the moment. To register at the vets I needed a name - for some reason Chester popped into my head and it has stuck with him. Pure chance, he could have ended up being called Bin Bag, Super Bock or anything else on my shopping list!
Looking at him you would think that Chester had been around the block a lot, over 5 years old at least.....in fact he is young probably only 1-1.5 years old....too young to be this bad. So Chester had tests, tick/flea treatment., de-worming...now the waiting and what to do with him. No surprise there was no micro chip so I decided to take him home with me and wait out the results, my partner was told it would be just for that weekend.....
Fast forward 3 weeks and he is still here! He has tested positive for leischmania 1/1260 - anything over 1/160 is a positive - so he is on 27 days of oral treatment to hopefully bring this under control. He also tested positive for a tick fever which he will need a month's treatment for when he has finished the 27 days treatment.
This is almost day 14 since he started his leisch treatment, but he is starting to struggle a little, the medication he is on is strong and it is affecting his appetite and we believe his tick fever is being aggressive so he is also not putting on the weight he needs to stay strong. I need to make a decision soon as to whether I also start his tick fever treatment now.....but it is not normally recommended whilst treating the leisch.
I have been able to offer Chester time, love and companionship to help his road to recovery, however it has been overwhelming how supportive people have been financially and also in terms of advice to help me nurse him back to health. People who do not know me, never met Chester, have been kind enough to donate towards his medical bills, offering donations of creams, shampoos and advice on helping to ease his discomfort. I cannot say a big enough thank you and that I will no doubt be on the beg again further down this road.
I have had various comments as to why I am doing this for a dog who is not mine and I found on the street; rest assured it is not a personal glory, pat on the back, I am a great human being moment that I crave! It was simple, I saw suffering, our paths crossed and I had to at least try and help. Trust me, it does not always work out, the 2 day old puppy I found dumped by a bin died within 48 hours despite me trying to hand rear it...but again it is up to the individual to decide whether such incidents are 'right place at the right time' or 'wrong place at the wrong time'?
I hope you will continue to follow Chester's journey, my aim is to end this blog in the future with just a photo showing a happy, healthy and handsome Chester at ease in a new home.