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A dog, a man, and a miracle

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Let you heart be light…”

It was a normal afternoon dog run. We took off, and went down one block until we were stopped by lady in a car with a dog. She asked us if we knew this dog. Apparently, it had been found as a stray close to our house. She was going to take it to the pound. After Louie, we vowed to never send another dog to the county animal care and control. We told this person to take the dog to Petsmart to scan it for a microchip. I also gave her our phone numbers, and to give us a call with the results.
We went on with our dog run.

“From now on our troubles will be out of sight…”

About thirty minutes later, we received a phone call. No microchip. We asked if she could hold onto the dog for the evening while we made some phone calls. She said she could, but only one night, and until five the next morning. When John and I got home, we were looking online at all the lost and found sites, seeing if anyone had posted anything about this dog. No luck. We called the lady and asked if it would be all right if we came and picked up the dog now so we could get started with posting the found information online. She was very relieved, as she was in an abusive relationship and her husband was less than pleased about her bringing home a stray dog. John and I leashed up our two hounds, and walked the block down to her house. We walked back with the dog.

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas, make the Yuletide gay, from now our troubles will be miles away…”

We put her in the outdoor dog run. She could not seem to settle down out there. It became very obvious that she was indoor and much loved pet. So we took her into the house and into the hallway bathroom. She had food and water, and blanket to lie on. She settled down, and went to sleep. The next morning, I had to go to work and John was working from home. We had a crazy day at my job. Someone, I managed to make up flyers listing that we had found an adult husky or husky mix dog in our area, giving our contact information. When I got home, John and I plastered the neighborhood with the flyers. We ended up eating dinner at the airport restaurant, and just by chance happened to post two flyers there. Thankfully, the owners like us and also are dog people.

“Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore…”

The next day I went back to work, fully aware that my husband and I were falling in love with this dog. After all, he had always wanted a husky, and this one was right there, living with us, and needing us. We made a vet appointment for that afternoon. After the chaos of the last day at an elementary school before Winter Break, I came home and went to the vet. We ordered a full work up on her, gave her vaccinations, and had the doctor take a look at a swollen back leg. Turns out, she had an abscess that needed surgery. We left the sweet girl at the vet for surgery the next morning. We also left thinking we were adopting the dog, pulling down the found signs on the way home and buying a collar, leash, and tag with her new name on, Kaya, which in Inuit for “stay”. We celebrated by going out to dinner with my parents.

“Faithful friends who are dear to us gather near to us once more…”

The next morning we got an early phone call. It was a man, claiming that he had lost his female husky. I asked a few questions, he answered them correctly, and we deduced it was his dog. The vet had already opened her up to determine that she had been previously spayed, cleaned up her teeth, and drained the abscess. The caller was missing his dog, as she had been with him since she was a puppy. She is twelve years old, and has a leaky bladder. She had been out since noon on Wednesday, and since we found her on late Wednesday afternoon, it made sense. She was his dog, and no longer ours.

“Through the years we all will be together, if the Fates allow…”

As it turns out, this man had fallen on hard times and did not have access to a car on the weekends. The dog, now known as Rosebud, was ready to go home this afternoon. We decided to pick him and take him to the dog. As drove to the vet, we learned more about Jerry. His wife of forty-nine years had Alzheimer’s, and a caregiver during the week. Jerry used the caregiver’s care to get some work so he could make some extra money. His daughter had died, leaving him in the care of his teenage grandson. His son, daughter-in-law, and three children were also living with Jerry as they had lost their home. Rosebud was his life, his soul mate, and his love. He was not a man to express his emotions, but when the dog was brought into the waiting room, I cried my eyes out and Jerry lit up like a Christmas Tree. Rosebud knew him, and covered him with kisses. He took home the medicine and after care instructions for her surgery. We took care of the bill, and it was not cheap. It was worth it. Every penny. The look on his face when he got his dog back was the most amazing thing I have seen in a long time. I knew I was witnessing a Christmas Miracle. And I am blessed to have been a part of it.

“Hang a shining star upon the highest bough, and have yourself a merry little Christmas now.”

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