I found Lily in my neighbourhood on November 6th 2021, two days after Diwali. As our community dogs defended their territory, Lily was, desperately, seeking shelter under a car. I leapt into action to prevent a dog fight. Seeing me defend her, Lily came out from under the car and stood next to. She had a big gash on her back which needed immediate medical attention. I decided to take her to Friendicoes. She was so easy to handle. She got into our car and off we went. At this point, I was not looking to take on responsibility of more dogs, and I was hoping the staff at Friendicoes could help me find her home, or at least board her for the duration of her treatment. They didn’t have the capacity for it. They dressed her wound and asked me to bring her back the next day. Next, the question arose - where to leave her for the night? We drove back and stopped outside the entrance to H-Block. I was hoping she would recognise the area and maybe be able to retrace her steps from the previous 2 days.
I got out of the car, and so did she. I walked 2 steps, and so did she. I stopped, and so did she! I walked with her into J-block. She walked beside me but refused to leave. Now we had a problem. I obviously couldn’t bring her home (We already had 3 dogs). But of course, I couldn’t leave her there either - and she so sweetly demanded it! Luckily, at the time, I was renting an apartment in H-block, mainly for our community dogs, so they could have a safe place at night if they wanted. I brough Lily to this apartment.
The second day, I took her to Friendicoes again, and the doctor decided to stitch up her wound as it was too deep to heal on its own. They sedated her and did the procedure, as I watched. I carried her back to the car where she slowly regained consciousness. No fear or aggression. I took her everyday to Friendicoes for about 5 days, and then once a week later. Once her stitches were off, I asked the vet if I could wash her to which he agreed. I bathed Lily. She was not happy, but tolerated it without much protest. The next task was to get her adopted, because there was no hope of finding her ‘home’. She was such an easy dog, I thought her adoption would be easy-breezy. I was wrong. I posted on a few groups on Facebook – didn’t get much response aside from a few likes and hearts. By this time, I had, also, developed an attachment with her. I was able to convince my parents to adopt her, and so we did! Four dogs in the house can be chaotic at times, but we adore Lily. And I am so happy to have found her.