I got off the plane from Ethiopia, tired but happy to come back to Houston, ready to sort out the many kind offers to adopt Edell. I was going to dedicate the whole day tomorrow sending out adoption forms to people across the US, Europe and South Africa who opened their hearts to this little guy who has suffered so much in his short life. I was excited to know I would be able to find him a home where he would be loved for the rest of his life. Never again to experience the scorn and the mistreatment dished out to him and his kind on the streets of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia and the rest of Africa.
Edell had endured days probably weeks of intense pain and suffering, he was probably run over by a car. His r front leg crushed, his bones sticking out. He had to walk on that leg to survive. Not only did he have to endure the intense, unimaginable pain but he had to fend for himself, find food and water, avoid cars and people who aren’t friendly to homeless dogs that are for the most parts seen as pests to be disposed of while walking on a severely injured front leg. By the time we met Edell, he was laying on the side of a busy road motionless, he had given up hope in a cruel world and it seemed he was waiting for death to take him to a place where there is no more pain.
Both, my sister and I thought he was dead, but he was not. Our vet who we contacted was instructed to go and get him and take him to his clinic ASAP. When he got to Edell the poor soul was chewing on his open wound, trying to lessen the intense pain he was experiencing.
There was hope, the vet told us, with surgery he would do well he said. We were ecstatic and we told him to go ahead and do whatever to get him better so that we can find him a home were he would be loved and cared for the rest of his natural life. We even called him Edell, which in the Ethiopian language means Luck. After surgery he looked better, but his eyes haunted us, he looked sad, he looked like he had lost the will to survive. Tired of the cruelty and indifference visited upon him by humanity. But we had other plans for him. We thought he was lucky, he was about to start a new life, to learn that not all humans are cruel and uncaring that there are people in this world that love and respect animals.
All was for not. A few hours after we went to visit him yesterday, after tending to his wounds, after feeding him and giving him water he died.
I had just got off the plane from Ethiopia. The minute I got telephone connection I called to check on our boy. My sister Seble told me he died in the middle of the night. To say I am sad is an understatement. The pain I feel is intense, what hurts the most is knowing the little guy who touched so many people never experienced one day of happiness, never had a full belly, never got a kiss or a belly rub in his life. Never will he feel the joy of being a companion of a person who would give him lots of love. Never will he feel the safety of a home. That is my pain. Knowing I promised to give him all that he deserves and more and I failed him. I am so sorry Edell, I will never forget you and will do everything in my power to help all the animals that go through what you went through everyday, anywhere on this planet but especially in Africa. That is my mission in life and your untimely and unnecessary death reinforced my belief that I am on this planet to fight for the voiceless, the despised, and the weak.
Thank you Edell, my sweet boy, may you rest in peace. Your suffering is over.
I sincerely thank all of the people who offered to help and give Edell a loving and happy home.
I hope all of the people who were touched by this sweet little boy will help us, at International Fund for Africa, help the hundred of thousands of animals that go through what Edell went through everyday in Africa.
Anteneh Roba MD.
President of International Fund for Africa