From the start, as a pup, Cua-Cua lived a happy life
together with his owner, had a happy youth with him and was always on his side.
Every day he had his breakfast: cookies and a bit of milk, his meal; sometimes
stew, sometimes paella or lentils with chorizo.. Cua-cua particularly liked the
very cooked chicken fillets, cut in little pieces. At mid afternoon a muffin
(no coffee because the one time he tried that he did not like it), and then at
night an omelette for both of them. Every day they went for a walk, to buy
bread, get a newspaper, to the
neighbours house, go to the village up till the riverbed where he liked to
sniffle around a bit and to the canteen where they would have a chat with the
neighbours.
Cua-cua loved to curl up on his owners knees or sleep
on a blanket at his feet, and he was so at peace there. He had a happy and
quiet life and so the years passed. Both were getting older until suddenly the
illness appeared in their lives. For Cua-cua his daily walks, his treats, his
blankets and his chicken fillets
abruptly came to an end . His owner got worse in a very short time until one
morning, without him fully realizing what happened, they took his owner away in
an ambulance. They got Cua-cua out of the house and put him in a pen, and that
day he did not eat in the morning, nor in the afternoon, nor at night. Nobody
seemed to remember he was there.
In the pen (an old henhouse) he looked for a blanket
to cover him but could not find it, it was bitter cold and he did not have the
strength to cry anymore. The next morning he saw a lady come over that he did
not know who gave him something to eat, some little balls of dogfood that
tasted terribly and a bowl of water, but she did not let him into the house
that had been his home for so long. He tried to jump over the wall of the pen
but it was very high and he was only little. He tried to make someone notice
him by barking continuously but all he achieved
was getting hoarse. And so the
days passed, the weeks and the months and he started to notice the effects of
the cold and neglect. One morning he woke up and noticed that his legs were
trembling badly. Cua-cua was a strong dog
but had noticed lately that this tremor happened all over his body but he did
not want to worry his owner so hadn’t let it show. But now it was different, he
was alone now and he could not tell his owner about it anymore. For the first
time in his life he was scared, and he asked himself continuously: where is he
now and why is he not coming back, he had loved him so much all this time so
why was he not returning?
One day all a sudden the son of his owner appeared,
Cua-cua only had seen him a few times, he hardly knew him but he could quickly
tell that he did not like dogs. The son called him and since he saw he could
hardly walk, he took him in his arms and put him in the trunk of his car,
Cua-cua now scared out of his mind that they were taking him away from his
house, from his home. He kept on barking and barking but nobody listened.. He
did not want to go, he had to keep waiting for his owner to return!
When Cua-cua came to us, the state of neglect he was
in was really very bad, he was dirty, full of ticks and trembling terribly.
First we thought it was fear but after having him checked out by the vet we
were told it was something else: meningoencephalitis.
( an illness that does not cause any difficulty, it just provokes trembling.
Cua-cua is a very strong and good dog, he has adapted quicklly to his new life
at Scooby and already has great friends, the puppies Dumbito and Noel live with
him and love him a lot. He likes to go out to the patio to sit in the sun and
walk around, and sometimes he walks away from his companions and goes to the
entrance door alone, looking out through the fence, waiting to see if someone
would arrive.
One day we will tell him that he was not
abandoned by his owner, that his owner died and that is the reason he did not
come back for him, but that we are sure that he will never forget him, that he
will remember him every day and miss him. We will also tell him that in this
world there will always be good people like his owner that will take care of
him, love him and pet him and that we at Scooby will do what we can to find
them and we will not stop looking until we have found him a home where he can
spend the rest of his life.
