Hannibal was 18 months old when we brought him home from University of Pennsylvania Veterinary Hospital. He’d been dropped off at a North Philadelphia SPCA when an outbreak of ‘kennel cough’ (tracheobronchitis) broke out. It spreads rapidly and the SPCA was conducting a mass kill of sick dogs, when someone there contacted Friends of Penny Miniature Pinscher Rescue. Sight unseen, the Min Pin rescue agreed to spring this dog from the SPCA and hospitalize him for his cough. They agreed to pay all of his hospital bills.
He was so sick, that while at UPenn, he came down with pneumonia as well and was put in an oxygen tent and moved to the Intensive Care Unit.
The dog was hanging on, but wasn’t getting any better. The vets just couldn’t do any more for him. I agreed to provide foster care for him, hospice, really; we brought him home to die. He had a bagful of prescriptions, and was as frail as a newborn fawn. We were only planning on providing foster care until he passed, as we were in the process of trying to adopt another Miniature Pinscher from Friend of Penny Rescue.
These photos were taken two months apart.
Here’s the funny thing, though. Hannibal isn’t a Miniature Pinscher. He’s a Manchester Terrier. And he’s been with us ever since.