My Nonprofit Reviews
Review for In Our Hands Rescue, Bronx, NY, USA
I discovered this post after Googling IOHR, intending to leave a negative post myself. I'm so grateful to you for documenting your ordeal, though of course my heart breaks for you and for Willy. We fostered a pup through IOHR, and unfortunately didn't do much research as we had previously fostered dogs with other NY shelters and had lovely experiences. We should have done our research. The negligence, disorganization, and utter disregard for our poor house guest was appalling. I won't delve into the many, many hiccups along the way and will instead focus on the worst of it all. The dog came with no identification papers and just a band around his neck that said 'Schnauzer #3'. We were told he was thoroughly vetted, however it was immediately clear that if he'd been examined at all, it was certainly not by a vet! He slept the first 36 hours in our home. He would not eat or drink, he was completely bald and emaciated. I'll pause to say that this was not IOHR'S fault, as he was rescued from a horrific hoarding situation. But I wasn't told anything about the care he'd require. I sobbed watching him struggle to lift his head and we held him wrapped in blankets to warm his hairless skinny body. Thankfully, my mother is a veterinarian and I consulted her constantly about what to do. We desperately rubbed chicken soup and water on his gums, praying that he'd live through the night. The poor dog excreted blood constantly. My mother told us that he absolutely must be taken to a vet as soon as possible, he needed Medical care that we couldn't provide. I of course relayed every bit of this information to my contact at the rescue and implored them to give me the information for the vet; we were willing to travel anywhere for him! Time and time again I was told that he just needed to rest. Unfortunately, I am a teacher and my husband was out of work at the time, so the trip to an expensive NYC vet would have meant no groceries--plus IOHR claimed they would pay for veterinary visits if we would go to their vet. I finally sent a scathing message, begging them to help us keep this dog alive. Jennifer finally responded and said they would give him dewormer and we'd have to go pick it up from one of the volunteers. We did, and the pup seemed to improve a little. Dewormer is very easy to give and should have been administered immediately--like they'd told us they'd done before handing him off to us. I'm happy to report that he found a wonderful home with the kindest couple and he has been steadily improving under their vigilant care. We still shudder to think of what would have happened to him if he'd landed with a well meaning foster who hadn't been fortunate enough to have a veterinarian in the family or prior experience caring for sick animals as I do. The negligence and greed of an organization that claims to protect animals is astounding, and downright evil.