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At A Glance
My name is Red,
I've had a pretty tough life until now (I am about 5-6 years old). I had been hit by a car when I was about 1 year old. The lady who found me did not want the vet she contacted to remove my leg. Unfortunately, that turned out to be a wrong decision. Because my hip was unable to heal properly the lady decided she did not want me. I was then fostered by a nice lady in her home until my leg could be amputated and heal properly.
Once I returned to the Humane Society I found a home on a farm where I was able to roam free. I roamed too far on occasion and had to hitchhike home on a busy highway. My friends tell me it's a miracle that I have not been shot or run over by now. Farmers that find strays on their farm are instructed to shoot them.
My prior mom was notified; and after a lengthy discussion the decision was made that I would be surrendered to RAGOM. She didn't want me safe in our fenced in back yard. She thought I should be able to roam free.
Don't overlook me because you think I have a disability. I love to run and play with my foster family and their two dogs. I don't know why people think four legs are better than three, I seem to get along great with three legs. They also have other small animals that have pointy ears and purr a lot, but I just ignore them.
I still have to go to the Vet this week to get a check-up, so I'll write more later. It's time for my nap.