When I went to visit Jessica and the Am-Staff pups, they were still being bottle fed with some hard food.  The beautiful things looked so pitiful but were definitely being loved and cared for.

“If I help them,” I asked Jessica “do you have homes for them?”

“Either way, Mr. Rizzo, they’re staying with me and I’ll help as much as I can.”

I patted her cheek and smiled as I picked up and embraced the little male. “All right Jess, I’ll call Landrum vet and we’ll take them in tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you Mr. Rizzo.”

“No problem,” I replied, “I can only promise I’ll do the best I can. By the way,” I went on, “do they have names?”

“No,” she answered tearfully “but aren’t they precious?” I laughed and said, “That’s perfect for her, we’ll call her Precious but this little guy needs a fighting name, let’s call him Demetrius.”

All you lovers of old movies will understand my purpose.

At 8:45 a.m. the next day we arrived with the two pups and brought them into Dr. Donna Raines to be examined. Demetrius was getting x-rayed while Donna examined Precious’ eye and gave us good news. “Her eye was probably damaged while with the other pups, we’ll give her drops and it should clear up.”

Little Demetrius didn’t fare as well; the x-rays depicted a spinal abnormality that was there since birth.

Meanwhile Heather had called the night before and told me she had control of Buster as she once again pled on his behalf.

“Meet me tomorrow morning at 11 at the shelter, I’ll make calls to set things up and figure out what can be done.”

“Thanks Lennie,” Heather responded, and I could hear the trembling in her voice.

“Don’t thank me yet sweetheart,” I replied, “let’s send our prayers up to God so that we can thank Him who makes all things possible.”