There are days you almost can't believe. Her scent still lingers on my fleece jacket as we speak. How did I deserve this day? How? I look to the sky but only see my popcorn ceiling. Life is so beautiful. Honestly, it is. I'm listening to MC's 10,000 Miles as I write this, so please listen if you can to get the full effect.
I was so late to the park. Over 2 hours late. The morning was so insane and as I drove to the park kept saying "I'm sorry, I'm coming." I pulled up and Nash came running to the car. I didn't hesitate. I pulled everything out and fed him at the right rear tire. I felt so guilty. And then I saw a guy on a cell phone walking down the bike path with a dog off leash. I love dogs, so don't worry too much, but for some reason just felt panic for Nash. Nash was completely unaware of danger, so I walked toward the guy and dog. I got to them and the guy said "He's not my dog, he's just tagging along." I asked "What do you mean?" He replied "I'm from Seattle and walking while my father-in-law rides his bike and this dog just tagged along, can you help me?" I said "You're not going to help him?" He replied "I'm not from here. Can you help?" I swear to God my heart just sunk to the pavement. My first thought was how can I possibly do this too? I said "I'll figure something out." I called the dog and he came. Nash ran and the dog ate all his food. I put out dog food I had in the car (returning to PetSmart), but he wouldn't eat it. He only wanted cat food. Good Lord! I just left everything where it was and put the dog in the car. I knew where the fire station was and drove directly there. No one answered the door. I got back in the car and drove to the market to get directions to the police department, and found the fire department truck parked in the lot while they shopped. A lovely officer was at the truck. I ran. I didn't walk. She said "Oh my God he's so beautiful. If I wasn't on a 48 hour shift I'd take him." We called everyone. Vet's, ASPCA, etc., nothing. No luck. I left with a huge hug to comfort me and words of good luck. Also direction to the police department just down the freeway . I thought the police would help because every day at the park I see K9's being trained. I had a gorgeous german shepard puppy and knew they'd love him. That was my hope.
I left the dog in the car and went to feed the ferals. I returned to find that little sweetie just happy as a clam. I remember telling him "we'll figure this out, just help me sweetie." When I opened the door he bolted out. He ran after Nash. I knew at that moment he couldn't come home with me. That broke my heart. I was trying desperately to get him back in the car when a jogger went by. He loved and followed her. She turned, stopped and looked at me. I ran up to greet her and told her "he isn't mine, I'm trying to rescue him." Without hesitation she ran to my car and he followed her. She picked him up and put him in. Yes, there are angels on earth. Off we went to the police department. We didn't make it because I met a police officer and waved her over. The line of cars behind started backing up, but I honestly don't think any minded. It's as if they all knew. So many gave me the thumbs up when it was all over. My beautiful officer said "Oh My GOD, she's so beautiful. I'd take her in a second. I said "Can you?" She said "No, I have two dogs and they'd never agree." I asked "What do I do?" She said "Don't do anything, just take her home, you'll find the answer." I said "I don't think so." She said "Trust me, I know people, you have great Karma, you'll find the answer." I said "Honey, my Karma sucks!!! Just go to my blog, you'll see!!!" She laughed so hard and said I believe in you." And so we parted with a whole hell of a lot of cars trying to get past. But I honestly think everyone knew I was in agony and searching. My last hope was dashed. But I had one hope. It was my first though when I met the wee one. My neighbor. She's a remarkable woman and loves dogs. I knew I couldn't bring the wee one to the house because of the cats, so she was my only hope.
I pulled up to the house and rang the doorbell. Hubby answered. I said "Hi, I know your wife, I need her to help with someone I have in the car." He said "Who." I stepped aside and said "Him." His face just lit up and he yelled for his wife and for Dan. Everyone came running. Literally. No joke. It was as if I had delivered the most precious gift in the world. I opened the car door and he stepped out. He turned out to be a she and hearts melted all over the front lawn. Introductions were made to the other dogs and although not perfect, as one would expect. Dan (the son-in-law) had just lost his beloved German Shepard two weeks prior. I saw his face when he saw her and knew. He said "Please don't take her, I need her, she'll have a beautiful life." I didn't hesitate. She'll have a beautiful life. I believe that with all my heart. She has beautiful big paws and he said, "look at her paws Dad, she's going to be so big and gorgeous". I felt my heart sing. Sometimes life is too perfect. A match made in Heaven, and one I will always be a part of. I love that most. Karma. I think mines looking up! My darling neighbor and I couldn't stop hugging. Sometimes life is just so beautiful. They called this their Christmas Miracle.
I wrote this listening to our dear friend Mary Chapin's song 10,000 Miles and think it should be read listening to that song. I do. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kieyW-FKyQ
With much love,
P.S. Mary C and Mark. You both have Google comment pages. I'm unable to access. I don't know why. I've tried everything. Trust me, I've tried. I love you both, just so you know. We'll chat here, okay?