I'm Molly, a golden Labrador, and I'm nearly 10 months old. This is my story.
When I was six months old, I chased a ball onto the street in front of my home, and a car hit me. When I woke up, I was at Lort Smith, surrounded by nurses in blue uniforms. Both my left legs hurt badly. And I found out my family couldn't care for me anymore.
My back leg
My back left leg was broken, so the vets fixed it with a plate. They were worried about my front left leg and my lung too, and said they'd keep a close eye on them.
Then I went to stay with Leesa, a Lort Smith foster carer. She's so loving and gentle. Her two little boys read me stories when I was stuck in bed.
I had to rest in a crate, which is hard for an energetic dog like me. Leesa did physio with me three times a day, with a massage, an ice pack and always a treat at the end. Later, she took me swimming at a special dog pool, with her boys as my cheer squad.
They have given me a second chance at life.
Molly
My front leg
After six weeks, the vets took more X-rays and I could tell they were worried. My front leg still wasn't working, and it hurt. So they amputated it.
I was shocked at first. Every dog I'd ever seen had four legs. But on the drive home with Leesa, I started to think I might be better off. That leg had hurt so much since the accident.
Getting stronger
Getting used to three legs was slow, with lots of trips back to the hospital. But bit by bit, I got stronger.
Lort Smith never gave up on me. They've given me a second chance at life. And I've heard Leesa is going to adopt me. All I can do is be the best golden Labrador ever.