Wiley was my first rescue dog and he
came to me at the young age of 7
months from a shelter in Missouri. It
took 4 weeks to arrange transport to
Joliet, IL where I picked him up, and I
expected to see a playful, exuberant
puppy when he finally arrived. But that
was not the case. Instead I received a
puppy who was so ill he could not stand
or walk and had to be carried. His front
leg was twice the size it should be, he
was very malnourished, full of ticks, bite
wounds on his head and half bald. We
rushed Wiley to the emergency vet for
immediate surgery on his leg.
A few days after Wiley arrived
I have no doubt in my mind that Wiley
would have been euthanized if left in MO,
or worse yet, died from the infection
running through his body that had been
left untreated. Wiley came home with me
the next day from the vet and he was very
weak, depressed and afraid. After a few
days, he seemed to know that I was not
going to hurt him and he would freely let
me change his leg bandages, clean the
drain tubes and put compresses on it to
reduce the swelling. We picked off all of
the ticks and put Wiley on good
nutritional food. His spirits were
improving! I had to be vigilent when Wiley
would go potty because he would
immediately turn around and eat his stool.
This comes from dogs that are starved. It
took several months for his hair to grow
back and to gain his trust.
Changing bandages and applying
compresses, greatly reduced swelling

As the months passed, Wiley gained
strength and became fast friends with my
female. She taught him not to be afraid of
things like car rides, baths, going up and
down stairs, and that grinding toenails
wasn't all that bad. They loved to play!
Wiley would accompany our rescue group
on many outings and loved to be the center
of attention. On one outing, there was a
little boy about 9 years old. This boy sat
down next to Wiley and petted him. Wiley
seemed to sense something "different"
about this little boy because he did
something he'd never done before. Wiley
got up and sat right on this boy's legs, and
leaned into him while the boy stroked
Wiley's head. The little boy explained about
all of the dogs he used to have, but has no
more, and he seemed sad. My Wiley knew
how to comfort him. Wiley always seemed
to know just how to act for the occassion.
Another time, my 12 year old nephew
visited us and wanted to take Wiley for a
walk. I walked one block with Wiley and
explained to my nephew how to hold the
leash and what commands to give. Wiley
was the perfect obedient dog. He did not
pull, sat at every corner and healed right
next to my nephew. He was better behaved
than when I walked him! As I took in other
rescued Akita's (females) Wiley became
their teacher. As my female had taught
Wiley, he taught the new arrivals and was
always friendly and playful with them.
Wiley playing with my
Wiley's rescue friend, Tia
There were many candidates to adopt Wiley,
but after all we had been through together, I
could not part with him. He became part of
my heart and my soul and he trusted me
emphatically. I respected that trust and
promised him I would never let anyone hurt
him again, he was the love of my life. But as
fate would have it, God decided to take my
Wiley on December 20, 1999. I came home
from work early that day and found Wiley
bloated. After rushing him to the emergency
vet, we did all that we could but it was not
enough. I let my Wiley cross over the
Rainbow Bridge that night with another
promise to him that I would meet him there
some day. I know he will be waiting for me
when it's my time, and will greet me with a
wagging tail, a nibble on my sleeve, and a soft
kiss as was his way of showing me he loved
me. I love you my Wiley boy and I miss you
This is my Wiley in October
proud and beautiful.....he
was only 2 years old when
he died
If it should be that I grow weak,
and pain should keep me from my sleep,
then you must do what must be done,
for this battle can't be won.
You will be sad, I understand,
don't let grief then stay your hand,
for this day more than all the rest,
your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years,
what is to come can hold no fears,
you'd not want me to suffer so,
the time has come to let me go.
Take me where my need they'll tend,
and please stay with me till the end,
hold me firm and speak to me,
until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see,
the kindness that you did for me,
although my tail its last has waved,
from pain and suffering,
I have been saved.
Please do not grieve, it must be you,
who had this painful thing to do,
we've been so close, we two, this year,
don't let your heart hold back its tears.
Author - Anonymous
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