Hewey came to us when he needed help most.  This bait dog, who was found on the streets of Philadelphia, was close to death.  Nearly starving, with cuts, puncture wounds and cigarette burns all over his body, he was utterly shattered inside and out.  Terrified of people, enclosed spaces and any sort of movement, he would tremble at all times.  We knew he needed more than physical attention, he needed mental rehabilitation.  It was all hands-on deck, and is most often the case, everyone in the building as well as our volunteers had a hand in his rehabilitation. Poor Hewey didn’t understand that a leash was not a weapon to be used against him and that hands could be gentle and loving. It was a long and arduous process, but we saw slow but steady progress and that encouraged everyone.  Slowly but surely, we saw little glimmers of light at the end of the tunnel.  There are no words to describe how we felt, after months of rehab, to watch Hewey go for his first car ride and visit a local park with a staff member. We still cry looking back on the day that he left us for good to start a new, healthy, loving life with a family who adores him.  Patience pays dividends and that was surely the case with Hewey.