Mama Jade

I want to help you, but I just don’t know how.  I see you sitting there on the cold tile floor, your face looking up at me asking me to do something, anything… just help.  I feel like your eyes can see right into my soul and see everything, even the things that I try to hide. I want to help.

I look at my hands and I wonder how anyone could do what they did to you.  How could anyone force open your mouth and pull out your teeth as you cried out in pain, then file down the ones you have left so you can’t fight back? Your mouth left bloodied and sore so you could barely eat, that is if they ever remembered to feed you at all.  You knew your days were numbered, but still you kept in your heart that humans might be able to be redeemed.

You crawled through the mud and pain to find someone to help you.  You didn’t let the fresh bites on your face and body stop you from fighting to survive, you pressed on. Someone tied you up so tight that the ropes and chains cut into your skin, forced you to sleep on cold wet cements that rotted your poor elbows away. But still you would lick the face of any of us willing to crouch down to give you any attention.

I see you there and I want to say how sorry I am for the way my kind have treated you since the day you came to this human place. I want to scream out that I am not like them, those are real monsters and we are trying so hard to fight them for you and the ones that couldn’t be saved.  You are giving us one more chance to make this right and I am trying not to let you down.

You are a fighter, but not the kind they wanted.  You are fighting to survive in a world where humans beat and torture your kind every day. You know that it could have been worse for you, you must have seen what worse actually looked like as they hauled the bodies of your pups into heaps of death. And yet you try so hard to wag your tail now and let us know that you forgive us.

I feel so helpless to stop the fighting, but I am going to try.  One word at a time, one voice joined with others to stop this senseless violence must make a difference.

I can do something.. there has to be something that can be done for you and for the others who didn’t make it out.  Hold on sweet girl, fight the cancer that is now trying to take you away.  We will do something… I promise.

Mama Jade was found last week by a true angel. Mama Jade wandered up to a porch in north Nashville badly abused and almost dead. Used bait and breeding dog as a bait and breeding dog, Mama Jade was running for her life away from the nightmare hell she’d been kept in. Now she needs our help.  Please LIKE Mama Jade on Facebook to find out how you can donate to save her and others like her.  Mama Jade has been diagnosed with breast cancer, but she can be treated and hopefully saved. But those treatments come at a price and that is where we don’t have to be helpless, we can do something for Mama Jade.

Please share her story and give as much as you can to help pay for her care.  $5.00 is the cost of a cup of coffee, but for this cause along with others it might be enough to cover her treatments and help in her healing.  She is willing to give us a chance, are you willing to give her one back?

This story first came to us because her angel was so outraged at what had been done that she dared to stand up to Mama Jade’s attackers and publicly call them out.  Now her Angel needs our support in her fight to save Mama Jade.

Please don’t forget to LIKE Mama Jade on Facebook and show your support!

~ Dancing with Fireflies ~

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Last Friday night, your dog wondered up onto our porch. Signs of the abuse she had somehow escaped, riddled her body. The fresh bite marks on her muzzle, the scars that covered her body, the exposed pink and purple flesh around her neck, where she was obviously tied up with ropes that cut their way into her skin, over and over again. The obvious signs that she had been bred, relentlessly, time after time. The pressure wounds on her elbows that bled whenever they touched anything, from being tied and forced to lay on cement ground and metal cage mesh.
None of those things are even the worst part. Upon examining her teeth to gauge her approximate age, I burst into tears. I found that you had pulled the majority of them out and the ones you left, had been filed down. And you did this without anesthesia, this I am sure of. You did this so she couldn’t fight back. You did this so she couldn’t injure any dogs you had trained to fight, when you threw her in there with them. With each bite of her they took and each yelp she cried, they’d look at you for reassurance. Because all they wanted to do was please you. Loyalty is in their blood. Violence is not.
The first night she was here, I stayed up with her and only slept for 2 hours. Every time I’d move, she’d get up and look at me with worry stricken eyes. She didn’t want me to leave her.
Somehow, God must have led this mama to my doorstep, knowing she’d find comfort here. The next morning, I took her to my work on my day off. I work at an animal hospital.
Upon entering the building, her neck started to bleed. The thick collar which you put on her, had cut into the tender scars on her neck. She didn’t even yelp. I discovered it as I was weighing her and saw blood on the scale. I took the ridiculous thing off of her.
The amazing people I work with have all fallen head over heels in love with your dog. So when we discovered she has breast cancer, it broke our hearts even more.
Over the last 3 days, our staff has grown to love this beautiful and broken soul. Skin and bones, we feed her constantly but only foods that are soft enough for her… You know, since you ripped her teeth out and all.
Mama lets you get right up in her face. In fact, she LOVES it. She’ll give you slobbery kisses and nuzzle your face with love.
We’re all amazed at how trusting of humans she is. Dogs however, completely terrify her. It doesn’t matter the size, she growls in fear and tucks her tail between her legs. But who can blame her? After what you did to her?
Tomorrow, Mama will finally feel peace. And when she closes her eyes and takes her last breath, I’ll be there. I’ll hold her big ol head and I’ll tell her how much I love her.
And when her soul has left her battered body and I’ve dried the tears enough to see, I will document every bruise, every bite, every cut, scrape and gash. I’ll photograph her teeth, or rather, where her teeth used to be. I’ll turn in all the evidence and post it where EVERYONE will see it. I’ll use it to educate kids in heavily crime ridden areas, on the horrors of dog fighting.
If you could do that to a dog, you should not be allowed in everyday society. And teaching our children right from wrong is the only way to put a stop to this.
One day, you will be caught. If I ever find out who did this to the dog we all lovingly know as “Mama Jade” I honestly don’t know what I would I do. But it would probably involve contacting your mother and informing her of what a monster she managed to raise. My goal would be to make a mockery out of your pathetic life.
Mama Jade’s story will not be silenced. She just happened to show up on the doorstep of one extremely persistent, intelligent, respected and now angry human being.

Never would I have thought my Craigslist post about Mama Jade would go completely viral. I posted it last night, expecting to receive maybe a few emails about it but nothing huge. Today I have received LITERALLY thousands of emails from people all around the United States. My iPhone crashes every time I try to check my mailbox. The response has been overwhelming and has restored a lot of my faith in humanity. Many people and charities have asked if they could donate funds for Mama to get the treatment for her cancer. Tonight I’ll do my best to review as many of the emails as possible and I’ll make a decision on what the best route to take will be. One thing is for certain though, Mama Jade is getting yet another chance at life 🙂
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