Three-legged dog was abandoned in soggy box. Now, ‘resilient' pup needs a home
'Meet Benji — a resilient and incredibly sweet pup who's already endured more than most dogs ever should,' Nicole Kincaid, the founder and director of a North Carolina animal rescue, told McClatchy News in a June 9 email.
'He was heartbreakingly left overnight at a shelter in a cardboard box. When staff found him, they were shocked to see that Benji is missing his front right leg — an amputation that had clearly happened some time ago.'
When the 'tiny' Yorkshire Terrier was found, he couldn't move. A video that Perfectly Imperfect Pups shared on Facebook in May shows him shakily standing up as he waited for help.
Benji's right hind leg was broken, 'leaving him with no functioning legs on his right side,' according to Kincaid, who runs the Raleigh-area rescue.
'Because of this, amputation is not an option — he needed surgery from a specialist to save the leg and give him a chance at mobility and a full life,' Kincaid wrote. 'To make things worse, Benji also has a severe skin infection from being forced to lie in his own urine and feces.'
Benji received the much-needed surgery and is now healing. He has become known as a friendly dog who has shown resilience in the face of hardship, the rescue wrote in its email and on social media.
'Despite all this, this brave boy is still wagging his tail and giving kisses — his sweet spirit shining through his pain,' Kincaid wrote.
As of June 9, the Yorkie was waiting for a new home. Details about the rescue's adoption process can be found at pipsrescue.org.
Perfectly Imperfect Pups didn't immediately share additional information with McClatchy News on June 10.
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