Diva Dog- Pet of the Week
My name is Chris Cory. I am a filmmaker based in
Los Angeles and I made a film about my disabled Pit
Bull, Coral. It's called "Diva Dog: Pit Bull on
Wheels." Although I make many different kinds of
films, this one is very near and dear to my heart
because it is essentially my own story.
Coral came into my life in a very unusual way.
I have always loved animals, and I have been bringing
strays home for as long as I can remember. I have
found animals (or did they find me?) in Florida,
Tennesee, North Carolina, Arkansas, Rhode Island, New
York, New Jersey, Arizona and California - and they
have all ended up being a part of my family. But
Coral was living just one town away from me - in East
Orange, NJ - ignored and forgotten.
I was visiting some "friends" of mine one day,
people I had visited quite often. My "friend,"
Latisha, asked me if I wanted to meet her dog. I was
shocked that they had a dog, as I had never seen a dog
there. But sure enough, they did have a dog - and it
was kept locked up in a tiny closet. I had never even
heard a peep - not a whimper, not a bark.
Latisha opened the closet door and out bounded
this beautiful, happy pit bull. The dog promptly
covered me with innumerable kisses. Since I truly
love animals, I responded in like. The dog was so
excited to be getting attention, she could hardly
contain herself. I asked Latisha why they kept the
dog in the closet. She said her boyfriend didn't want
the dog in the house making a mess. Latisha had
always gotten along with my dogs, and I had never
perceived her as an animal abuser or someone who was
especially uncomfortable with dogs. I was left kind
of speechless and perplexed.
As the weeks went by, my good friend, Rebekah aka
"Lioness," would babysit Latisha's three-year old son,
Little Chris. One day, Lioness came to my house in
tears. She had seen Latisha's boyfriend, Big Chris,
severely beat the dog. She said he had thrown her
against the wall, kicked her and punched her. The
reason for the beating was that she had peed in the
closet. Lioness spent many nights over at their house,
and she told me that sometimes Big Chris would not
take the dog outside for more than 24 hours at a time!
And then he would beat her if she couldn't hold it
in!!!
Needless to say, I was disgusted and saddened
immensely by this. I had met this dog, who was so
friendly and sweet and vibrant. How could anyone hurt
such an innocent animal? I wondered what we could do.
Lioness and I looked into the legal options, which turned out to be
slim to say the least. Basically, we would need
to file a report and bring them to court - which would
be a lengthy process, and the courts don't exactly go
out of their way to protect animals. So Lioness
offered to take the dog. Big Chris told her that no
one was going to get that dog. He said he would
either shoot her or leave her on the side of the
highway! These were his exact words!!!
We decided we needed to do something to protect
this dog. So Lioness had a heart to heart with
Latisha. It was agreed that Lioness could take the
dog when no one was home, and they would say she had
gotten out and run away. So one fine day, Lioness did
just that. She was babysitting Little Chris. She
took the dog, whose name at the time was Coco, and
called my dad to pick them up. We brought "Coco" back
to my house, and there we were with our little
fugitive pit bull.
We still didn't know what we were going to do
with "Coco," but we assumed we would just need to find
her a home. At the time, I had limited experience
with pit bulls. Because of all the negative things
you hear in the news, I was actually afraid to let her
meet our other three dogs and ten cats - fearing she
might maul them all to death! So we kept her in a
spare bedroom (a step up from the closet). Slowly but
surely, and with much caution, we introduced her to
the other dogs. Well, she did not maul them, and in
fact seemed rather unaffected by their presence. And
throughout it all, she proceeded to inflict another
kind of death upon us - death by kisses! Man, could
that dog lick!!! It was actually getting on my
nerves. She simply would not stop licking us!
At this point, Big Chris was on the lookout for
us. He had figured it out, and Latisha had caved, so
he knew we had his precious "Coco." He even came to
our house, but my parents stood firm and denied we had
the dog. We then brought "Coco" to a friend's house
in Brooklyn, NY for a couple weeks to keep her out of
sight. And then we took a road trip to the Florida
Keys with my chocolate lab, Corbin (who I found
abandoned in Tennessee with an emaciated coon hound),
and Lioness' little black dog, Marcus (who we found
running the streets of Brooklyn).
"Coco" was now running free with her new friends
all along the East Coast - beaches, meadows, forests,
mountains, you name it. "Coco" adapted to her new
lifestyle immediately, and we spent our very first
Christmas together on the beaches of Islamorada in the
Keys. Upon our return to NJ, she had been on the run
for about a month. We had thrown Big Chris off our
trail, but we knew there was always a chance he would
spot us. So I would never bring "Coco" out for walks
in the neighborhood. Twice a day, I would load her in
the car, take her to the woods, and let her do her
thing. And I re-named her Coral. It kind of
signified our time in Florida and was similar enough
to her old name to get her used to it rather quickly.
She lived undercover for almost two years. Then,
in December of 1998, I made the decision to move to
California. So I loaded Coral and Corbin up in my
truck, and Lioness accompanied us up until El Paso,
TX. I spent seven weeks on the road. Coral got to go
to all sorts of wonderful places - The Great Smoky
Mountains, Big Bend National Park Native American
reservations and much more.
We finally settled in Beverly Hills, Ca. Coral's
life had really come full circle. As a struggling
filmmaker and actor, I sometimes worked three jobs,
seven days a week. But Coral, Corbin and I were happy
- and free! We lived in a studio apartment, but we
were all together, and no one was complaining.
Then on April 15, Easter Sunday 2001, an event
happened that would change all of our lives forever.
Two of my friends and I brought Coral and Corbin to
Malibu for the day to run amok. We had spent a few
hours in the mountains. Sunset was coming, so we
decided to bring them down to the beach for a quick
run. We had just finished our beach visit, and we
were crossing the road to get back in the car. We
were on a residential road called Broad Beach Road,
which is very quiet and secluded. All we had to do
was cross the street from the beach entrance to the
car - a simple enough task. Corbin was in front of
me, Coral was behind me. My friends were behind
Coral.
We only had about 15 feet to walk. I saw a car
in the distance and thought nothing of it. It was far
away, and besides, we were a group of people and dogs
crossing the road. It never occurred to me to be
particularly concerned.
Well, Corbin and I had barely reached the car
when I noticed the oncoming vehicle was approaching
very quickly. I went to grab Corbin, as he is a
notorious tire chaser. Within a moment, our lives
would never be the same. I looked behind me to see
where Coral was, and before I could even react, the
car slammed into her going at least 60 mph in a 25 mph
zone. I heard the impact, and then I heard the sound
of her body going underneath the car. You could hear
the thuds.
I screamed a blood-curdling scream - a sound I
had never heard escape from my lips. Coral's life
flashed before my eyes. I thought, "This is it? This
is how it ends?" After all we had been through, and
her daring rescue from abuse, this is how she dies? I
was already devastated. I knew for sure she was dead
or dying a horribly painful death.
The car never stopped. It sped away down the
road, and I couldn't even get the license plate. When
the dust settled, I saw Coral in the middle of the
road. She looked at me with those sweet, inquisitive
saucer eyes - and then she pulled herself out of the
street! Her legs were limp, and they dragged behind
her. But she was alert and conscious! I couldn't
believe my eyes. Aside from a few cuts on her face,
she looked OK.
I immediately went into calm mode. As a
producer, I have to solve all kinds of problems, and
my nature is to remain calm and focused in a crisis
situation. I went to comfort her and looked her in
the eyes. She looked right back at me, and I knew she
was perfectly aware of what was going on.
Some nice people pulled over. They gave her some
water and their baby's blanket. They called the
closest emergency vet, which was about 30 miles away
in LA. And they helped me to lift her and put her in
the car. The entire ride to the vet, my head was
swirling. Was she OK? Was she in pain? Would she
survive? Were there internal injuries? Why were her
legs limp?
The whole time, Coral remained perfectly still
and quiet. She sat erect in the passenger seat with a
stoic expression on her face. She did not cry, yelp
or whimper. Not a peep. I kept looking at her and
talking to her. She was alert and responsive. She
was not in shock. These are good things, I thought.
She ended up spending only six days at the vet.
They explained to me that the impact of the car had
separated her spinal column, and two of her vertebrae
had smashed together. OK - but was she alright?
Would she live?
After evaluating her for several days, they
determined that there were no internal injuries - a
miracle? She had a slight concussion (hard headed pit
bull!), some broken bones in her lower half, and she
was paralyzed from the waist down. They told me she
had less than a 2% chance of recovering feeling.
But the bottom line was this - Could she still
live? The answer was yes. She was not in pain,
because she was paralyzed. And once her bumps and
bruises healed, she was essentially fine. Wow! - a
paralyzed dog! I had never heard of such a thing.
I immediately got on the internet and looked up
"disabled dogs," "handicapped dogs," etc. To my
surprise, there were lots of resources. There was
even a Yahoo Group called Abledogs, devoted completely
to people with disabled dogs! There was a website
called www.handicappedpets.com with a newsletter and
lots of helpful information. Furthermore, there were
at least six companies that designed wheelchairs for
dogs and other disabled animals!
I was suddenly overwhelmed with information on
the topic. I contacted members of the Abledogs group
and asked lots of questions. I called all the
wheelchair companies and interviewed them all. I saw
pictures and home videos of dogs in their wheelchairs,
dogs of all different sizes and breeds. I saw all
sorts of animals with wheelchairs - ponies, goats,
rabbits, even a tiny kitten with its own set of
wheels! I was amazed. But the one thing I noticed
about every story is these animals all looked happy.
Every one of these disabled animals seemed
perfectly content with its lot in life. They weren't
depressed. They weren't angry. They all had a
quality of life. The people I spoke to you said their
pets were at peace with their situation, and the few
added responsibilities that came along with having a
handicapped pet were far outshadowed by the joy of
having your beloved pet alive and by your side day
after day.
My decision was made. If Coral was not in pain,
and she wanted to stick around, I was going to be
there for her. And we would make it through this
change together, as a family. I sat down with Coral
at the vet and had a "heart to heart." I looked her
in the eye and asked her if she wanted to be alive.
And I promised to take care of her if she wanted to
continue living.
Well the rest is history, as they say. But since
I am a filmmaker, I had an idea. Why not document
Coral's experience on film? Surely someone could
benefit from her story. Over the next four years, we
filmed her all about town. She immediately took to
being the center of attention, hence the "Diva Dog"
title. Everywhere we went, she was inundated with
attention from passersby from all walks of life - and
this suited her just fine!
No matter where we went, Coral was a star. And I
have a sneaking suspicion her attitude was this -
"Shoot...who needs them back legs anyway? These
wheels are working for me! What more could a girl dog
ask for than to be constantly pet by people? This is
the life!" So not only did she have a good quality of
life, but the quality of her life was actually BETTER
- as far as a dog is concerned!
At the time, I did not know what I would do with
this footage. But I knew it could educate and
enlighten people about the options available for
disabled pets, as well as offer the public a positive
pit bull role model.
In 2005, after four years in her doggie
wheelchair, Coral was beginning to show signs of wear
and tear. I knew it was time to step up my plans for
the "Diva Dog" movie. My producing partner at the
time, Claire Farwell, was excited to jump on board and
help me realize my vision. We proceeded to contact
celebrities. We knew that having well-known,
recognizable personalities on board would help us to
spread Coral's message and give our film some
validity.
In a matter of a few short months, we had secured
the involvement of Debra Wilson from "Mad TV," Linda
Blair (a major advocate for pit bulls), Emmy-nominated
Adrienne Frantz from "The Bold & the Beautiful," and
several cast members from NBC's "Passions," including
1991 Miss USA and former Miss Kansas Kelli McCarty.
We were on our way to making a "real movie" about
Coral's experience. People were very moved by her
story and excited to be a part of her film. In the
midst of all this, Coral was becoming weaker. I had a
sense her time was near. And sure enough, she passed
away in my arms on June 16, 2005. I knew it was
coming. I had tried to prepare myself and spend as
much time with her as possible in her final weeks.
On that day, June 16, I was at home. It was
early afternoon. I was snuggling with Coral on the
floor. She had been sick for a couple weeks, but she
was still alert and full of love. I dozed off. When
I woke up, she was snuggled up next to me, and she was
gagging. Her body was breaking down, and I could see
her dying. I started crying, petting her and kissing
her - trying to make her passing as peaceful as
possible. Her body went into convulsions, her eyes
glassed over, she was gasping for air. And within a
few minutes, she was gone.
I held her for I don't know how long, rocking my
sweet little baby in my arms, covering her with
kisses. It was so hard to let her go. She was my best
friend. What we had experienced together could never
be put into words. She had taught me something so
valuable about unconditional love and appreciation of
life. She had never once complained or acted anything
but joyful and grateful. She had shown me what it
really meant to not give up on those you love. She
had shown me that no matter what happens to you in
life, there is always tomorrow.
We had fought this fight together. We were a
team, a partnership, a family. She was my soul mate.
She was the canine version of myself - strong,
tenacious, determined, willful, passionate,
adventurous, courageous, stoic yet full of love and
compassion and joy. She was a pit bull with a heart
of gold. She had been through so much - neglect,
abuse, tragedy. The things she had seen and
experienced were unspeakable. Yet she had nothing to
offer but love and kindness and inspiration - to
humans, to her animal siblings, to anyone who needed a
smile.
She would touch people wherever we went. She
always had kisses to offer and that sweet,
intelligent, soulful look in her eyes. She had made a
difference in my life and in the lives of many others.
She left a piece of herself with whomever she met.
She may have been a "lowly" dog, a maligned pit bull,
a handicapped pet, but she was my soul mate. She had
been brought to me for a reason. And without her, I
have no idea who I would be today.
I had always imagined she would be here to
celebrate the release of her film - to make
appearances at events, to be on interviews with me on
TV, to bask in the glory of her new-found fame. But
it was not meant to be. I was left to complete this
puzzle on my own. It became very clear to me that her
mission was far greater than we had ever
conceptualized. Coral would not touch only a handful
of people in passing. Her movie would not be a small
affair, limited to a few film festivals and such.
No, Coral was destined to become an icon, like
Lassie or Benji or Morris the Cat. Coral's story
would touch people all over the world. Her experience
was not the anonymous story of one little dog. She
was bigger than that. Her story would serve as a
resource for people who face similar challenges with
their beloved pets. Her story would stand as a
testament to the meaning of love. Her story would
transcend dog-lovers and animal-lovers. It would
touch anyone, anywhere who has ever had to overcome.
And most importantly, Coral would stand - forever
immortalized on video - as an Ambassador for her
breed, the pit bull. She would be a representative
for all the world to see, a sweet-natured pit bull
with nary a mean bone in her body. With all the
horrible things that are done to pit bulls, the
fighting and abuse, and all the negative images and
stories we are fed by the media, Coral would be an
example of how special these dogs can be. And she
would help change the public's misperceptions about
this abused and neglected breed. In fact, Coral would
save the very lives, most certainly the reputation, of
her forgotten brothers and sisters.
So now, more than five years after that fateful
Easter Sunday, I present to you "Diva Dog: Pit Bull on
Wheels." Please watch her movie with an open heart
and an open mind, no matter what your opinions about
pit bulls, disabled dogs or anything else. Give Coral
the chance to touch your heart and allow her legacy to
mean something in this crazy, violent, wounded world.
Coral was my friend, and now her spirit will live on
forever.
Disabled Pets
Most pets have the use of two eyes,
Some have one or none.
Most pets can hear through both ears,
Some hear a little, some hear nothing at all.
Most pets can eat anything and visit the vet but once a year,
Some need special food, shots or medicine.
Most pets go potty on a walk or in the yard,
Some wear ‘hot pants’ or go on a special matt inside.
Most pets walk in normal stride,
Some hop along or roll in wheelchairs.
Differences exist between most and some, but does it really mean that much?
All pets have such great big hearts and yearn to feel love’s touch.
Opening your mind, home and heart to a disabled pet will prove one thing for sure,
The love and thanks you’ll receive in return will touch your life like never before.
-- -Lynne Przychodzki 2004
"A Loved One is not gone, until they are forgotten!
And to Live in the Hearts of those
left behind is to Live Forever!"
PLEASE, spay or neuter your pet.
For local low cost spay neuter clinics in your area call:
1-800-SPAY USA