Saturday, January 12, 2002, 4 days after two sheriff's deputies were gunned down in cold blood a mile down the road, I found a dog in my yard who had been shot. He was a living breathing skeleton. I called my vet and we discussed if I took him to the pound he would be put down. She would assess him and see. He had to be a charity case. I lay him on the cold slab at the hospital, he had a room full of people around him, but as I stood behind him talkin baby talk, he leaned his head back against my chest so he could look at me. He had the most amazing blue eyes.. I left him there and the rest of the weekend all I could do was cry about him. Monday I got on the phone calling all humanes and rescues looking for help. Everyone dropped what they were doing to help this dog they did not know. I went back to visit him Monday night and Doc Henry said, we have really bad news. He's been hit by a car and his hips are crushed. He estimated the hips were a 4 month old injury and the shot anywhere from days to weeks. Both bones in the front leg were shattered by the shot. Donations came pouring in, the media took an interest in this wild little dog. Doc said after donations he would do the rest for free. Then Doc said he will never walk, never co-exisst with other dogs, never be a house dog, he was so wild. Doc schedule him to be PTS 4 days after I found him. I could not accept this and lay myself over him sobing with a collar in hand so he could die with a family. He would have his family, too late, but he was coming home. We raised enough $$ for hip surgery and front leg casting. He not only walked, he ran he jumped (front leg bending in half at times). He had seven MAGNIFICENT YEARS before his aches and pains robbed his face of its beautiful smile. I will always gauge my life by St.Jude. He never complained, he never whined why me, he laughed every day. A little shot crushed and starved puppy changed the way I look at the world. The first picture is his 'before'. The second is St.Jude being Jude. Check out that great smile!