Mark read a story of a man whose dog had died. I will write a couple or so highlights that I remember. Molly, you can add or correct me if you desire. I taped it, but don't have it handy.
The man was still in tears over his dog, as he walked through the humane shelter looking at the dogs in the cages. He was almost to the end of the row, and when he came to the last cage, there was a large, black 100 lb Lab-German sheperd mix.
Sierra was wagging her (rats, I forgot the sex, I'll say her) tail confidently as those big brown eyes were saying, "I've been waiting for you." He told how Sierra's involvement in the family took them down wonderful paths that they never would have otherwise.
One other incredible part of the story of Sierra. One night he was driving and for some reason had to stop in a dark area to use a pay phone with some not so friendly looking men in the area. He sensed danger, and apparently, so did Sierra, as she stepped out the car and stood next to him as if to say, "I'm here." The men took pause with that and that gave the man and Sierra time to get back in the car and leave.
She died in her sleep earlier this year at the ripe old dog's age of 105.
Thanks for relaying that story. Dogs can be the most precious of creatures.
We’ve had many, many dogs, but most of them choose to love and bond with my husband, because he works at home, and feeds them, etc.
Charlotte has chosen me. I don’t deserve it, but will embrace it. It’s very special.
Enjoy your Thanksgiving.
Thank you for sharing that with us. It brings back memories of Tippy.
If true, this is very, very disturbing: