Hey, I’m Or, Which means “Light” in Hebrew, and I’m glad I got stolen. That’s me, seeing the half full bottle. But I wasn’t always so optimistic. Whoever stole me took care of me really badly. He didn’t care about me at all. I was very sick with pneumonia, I had burns all over my body from the urine I was lying on and I had scabies.
Because of the severe neglect I was in, I was confiscated by the regional veterinarian and from there I got to the hospital in a very bad condition. I laid down and could not stand on my feet because I was very weak. But the hospital staff did not give up. They picked me up every two hours with a special contraption in the hope that I would stand. After two weeks, I thought to myself that if there are so many good people that trying to save me, there is probably good kindness out there, not just evil and suffering.
Now I am rehabilitating in the nursery at the freedom farm and receive close and loving care. They called me by the name of the angelic veterinarian who saved my life and gave me hope – Dr. Or Raz.
