Rescuer Writes Heartfelt Letter to Great Dane’s Owners who Abandoned Her in the Bush

Taryn Coates and her husband Dave began fostering a Great Dane late in March after the dog was found abandoned in the wilderness in Port Elizabeth, South Africa. She was named Jez. Her rescuers suspect she had been fending for herself for 1 to 2 months before she was found. The two-year-old dog was in poor health and fearful of people. She was going to need a lot of help.

Taryn cared for Jez many weeks. Afterward she wrote a letter to Jez’s unknown former owners. He describes the struggles and triumphs Jez and the rescuers faced. It is a moving account of the challenges and joys that animal carers experience when caring for an abused dog, and well worth reading.

Here is the story of Jez in the words of Taryn:

,,We are your dog’s rescue. Do you recognize this beautiful creature? You left her in the bush. The bush was only a few miles to the shelter away. She had to fend for herself, look for food, find a place to sleep and wait for you. If you’ve left more than one dog than you should know that I’m talking about the female Denmark dog. That sweet, adorable creature with the white neck. A little patch of black fur just behind the ear has the perfect shape of a heart. You’ve probably never noticed that, have you? I bet you’ve never paid enough attention to her. When you left her, did she follow you car as it drove away? Did you see her in the rearview mirror? Did you hear anything? Even a hint of guilt? Did you not realize that what you were doing was beyond cruel and that she, this wonderful creature, deserved better? It took 45 minutes to catch the dog, who after spending two months on the savannah was so frightened of man that it became aggressive with fear. Did you know she was gagged to protect her and us? She was so sick with bile and so thin that we thought she couldn’t take it. Did you know that half of Port Elizabeth in South Africa prayed for your dog? That she had been visited by vets? That they brought her blankets, toys and food, and that they wanted her to survive with all their fibre. We talked to your dog, even though we couldn’t get close to her without her biting us. We talked to her that she was safe now, that no one would ever leave her again, that her life would be peaceful, restful and full of joy. We have given your dog the promises you should have made when you bought her and took her into your family home. We promised her that she would never again starve, never again say a harsh word or raise a hand in anger. We promised her long walks, enough food and a warm bed. We promised her all this and more, we used it as a bribe to get her to survive, to convince her that she would live so we could spend the rest of our lives proving to her that not all people are like you.”

“You broke your dog. The moment you drove past the gates of the animal shelter where she would have been taken in and cared for until she could be rehomed, in that moment you broke your dog, and you became a lesser human being. When you stopped in the bush a little way down the road and left her, you broke her spirit as surely as if you had taken a stick to it and beaten it. And it was here, two months later, no doubt still waiting for you to return to fetch her, that your broken dog collapsed, dying, in an open container, the only shelter she could find. You did that.”

“I don’t care what your situation is or was. I don’t care how bad your life is, I don’t care about your money problems, or about any loss you may have suffered. I don’t care that you couldn’t cope with a Great Dane, I don’t care, not because I am heartless, but because nothing you could ever say to me, could begin to excuse what you have done. If YOU had cared, you would have done the responsible thing and dropped your beautiful dog at a shelter where people would have lined up to adopt her. But you didn’t, you did not even offer her that little shred of dignity, the right to a safe and loving home, you didn’t do that for your dog, and I am sorry, but that makes you a pretty poor excuse of a human being.”

“Against all the odds, your dog pulled through. She fought. She rallied, she used every single last shred of strength she had left to heal herself. She was given the dignity of a name, Jez, and we took her home. Donations poured in for your dog, donations from complete strangers, strangers, who cared so much about a dog they have never met, that they were moved to action. Thats how awesome your dog is. Three days after being found in the bush Jez came home and for the first time in who knows how long, she slept indoors, on a soft bed, covered in a fluffy blanket. She was warm, and safe, and loved.

“We spent hours getting your dog to trust us. Hours convincing her that she was in fact allowed in the house, was allowed to be part of the family and of the daily comings and goings. We were nipped, we were frustrated, but we loved her anyway, and in fact loved her more because we could see how hard she was fighting to break out of the rut she was in, the rut that you dug for her. You see, we had to show your dog that we aren’t all like you, that there are in fact humans who want to help, to love, and to nurture. Do you know that it took 4 days for your dog to approach us, and when she did she crept across the floor with her tail so far between her legs that it was touching her chest.”

“That moment when she laid her head on my husband’s shoulder, terrified, as if waiting to be reprimanded, or hit, that moment broke me. She was skinny, and sick, but that was easy to fix, what was going on inside her head was a battle only she could fight. What you have done to your dog is so much worse than just not feeding her. You destroyed her spirit, you made her afraid to live, afraid to be a dog, you made her afraid to be, to exist, and that, thanks to you, is going to take years to fix. And we will do it. Every one of us is invested in your dog, in fixing her, in loving her until she no longer feels any pain.”

“We love your dog with every fibre of our being. We had to teach her how to become part of a happy, healthy family. We celebrated every moment, every time she went outside to wee on her own, every time she finished her food, or ate her medication without us having to wrap it in cheese. We celebrated when she sat for the first time, and when she barked at a person walking by, because your dog was beginning to engage with life again, she was learning to be a dog, and she was learning to love. We sent each other texts about every little thing she was doing, where she was lying, or the first time she had enough energy to run into the garden instead of walk. We invested time, energy, and love into this creature and she soaked it up, rewarding us in only the way a rescue dog can.”

“You broke your dog, but we fixed her. Bernadette who rescued her from the container, and who lived with the knowledge that Jez would forever be weary of her because she associated her with that scary time in her life, but who visited her anyway. Dr Ferreira and his colleagues from Walmer Vets who treated her with kindness and compassion, even when she tried to bite and nip and struggled against their touch.

“My husband saved your dog, by getting into her bed the first night she was at home with us. He got into her bed, into her space, and sat with her. He just sat. He didn’t require anything of her, he didn’t expect a reaction, he just wanted to be with her, and to show her that someone WANTED her to feel safe, and loved and appreciated. My husband is awesome like that, and Jez responded to his calm demeanor and loving energy.”

“I fixed your dog. I took her to the vet for check up after check up, I held her while they muzzled her and poked and prodded her. I whispered in her ear softly, while the vet assessed her badly infected toenails, and I was there to fetch her after they operated to remove them. I mixed nice treats into her food to coax her to eat and I sat with her for hours on end, just touching her, her head, her ears, her tail, her stomach, so that she could learn that not all human touch was cruel.

“Marizanne Ferreira fixed your dog, like she has fixed thousands before her, and will continue to fix thousands more. She worked tirelessly behind the scenes sharing Jez’s story with her countless contacts, co-coordinating her treatment, keeping track of, and allocating donations, ferreting out potential homes, but most importantly, she was a great friend to the frazzled foster mom and Jez’s rescuer, Bernadette, giving us hope and encouragement when we doubted that we could fix your dog. She is the glue that holds the rescue community in PE together, and I promise you, without her, we had no chance of fixing your dog.”

“Hundreds of complete strangers fixed your dog. They wrote e-mails asking for donations, they raised funds, they donated food, they shared her story on Facebook, over and over and over, they watched her story unfold as we uploaded pictures of her daily improvements, they celebrated with us, and with Jez. They prayed for her, and talked about her, and to her – these people saved your dog. These wonderful, caring people, who have never even met Jez, but who love her deeply – they saved your dog.”

“I have worried about your dog more in the short few weeks she was with me than you probably worried about her in her two years on this earth. I have worried about her health, both physically and mentally. I have worried about her eating too little, and too much, about her feet being sore, about her bedding being warm enough. I worried about her eyes and her ears, and her brain, as her ravaged body suffered seizures as it healed. I held her in my arms at 2am as she came around and demanded to be fed, and I went to work practically sleep walking, but I would do it all again, and with my next foster, I probably will.”

“I have worried, and laughed, and encouraged, and loved, and now I cry, sobbing, aching, ugly kind of tears, until I cant cry anymore. I cry because two more strangers have walked into Jez’s life, two more people have committed to fixing your dog. Two more people look at the photos of Jez and cannot comprehend how you did this to her, two more people have promised to pick up where we have left off, promised to care, and love, and nurture and heal this beautiful soul, until she no longer remembers what you did to her. So yes, I cry, because Jez has gone home, to her new parents Julie and Nico, and because there is a Great Dane shaped hole in my home, and in my heart, but at the same time I am so, very happy for Jez, and for how bright her future looks.”

“People often ask me how I do what I do, how I foster and give them up, and honestly, in my darkest moments, I don’t know how I do it either, but I do it, because there are so few people who will, and because not doing it is not an option. And I will continue to do it, over and over, and my heart will break, and I will laugh, and love and cry and then I will start over again.

“I have met the most amazing people through rescue work, but more importantly I have met some phenomenal animals. These animals and these people, give me hope that one day there will be more people who care, than those who don’t, more like us, and fewer like you, who abandon their dogs, and it is this hope that makes it possible for me to go out and do it all over again, to save the next abandoned dog, to fix the next broken heart.”

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