Our volunteers picked the poor dog up as gently as they could, but she was screaming with pain. When they got to the vet, Phoebe could'nt be moved without first aid: painkillers and bandages in the back of the car. Sadly, her leg was so badly damaged it had later to be amputated.

 

A few days later, Phoebe was starting to recover and balance on her three legs, so she went to stay with an experienced rescue home in South Glos called Animals in Need. That might have been the happy end to the story, but there's more...

 

The carer noticed Phoebe was looking noticeably fatter around the stomach area. Phoebe was so weak and thin, no-one had guessed her secret: she was pregnant!

 

When Phoebe started whelping, she was rushed to the vet. Check the date; what else could it be but Friday the 13th? Poor Phoebe was struggling to deliver her pups, so the vet performed a caesarean section to save mother and babies. Four healthy pups were delivered, three girls and a boy. Her carer spent the next night on a mattress on the kitchen floor next to Phoebe, just in case - though with noisy pups around there wasn't much sleep to be had!

 

But, the result: Phoebe is a sweetheart and a great mum, and although she still looks dreadfully thin she's gaining strength every day. The pups, a boisterous handful  are thriving and, of course, are a delight. Phoebe and her puppies are lucky to be alive!

 

Phoebe and all her pups have since gone to new homes. Phoebe is as fast as lightning, even on three legs!

Surprise, surprise...

Phoebe's story.

Susie

Bridge Animal Rescue was contacted by a community PCSO in North Bristol, asking for help with a young female lurcher in great distress. The dog was badly injured - she'd probably been hit by a car. Her front leg was shattered, with a gaping open wound. Someone had put her on an old duvet, but they left her outside all night in the cold, in excruciating pain. We called her Phoebe, a sweet name for a sweet dog. 

Bridge Animal Rescue was contacted by a community PCSO in North Bristol, asking for help with a young female lurcher in great distress. The dog was badly injured - she'd probably been hit by a car. Her front leg was shattered, with a gaping open wound. Someone had put her on an old duvet, but they left her outside all night in the cold, in excruciating pain. We called her Phoebe, a sweet name for a sweet dog. 

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