Posted on 03/06/2014 7:13:51 PM PST by chrisinoc
A Novato man’s dog – obtained from a rescue organization – is being credited with returning the favor by saving his life after he was overcome with carbon monoxide poisoning.
Max, a 90-pound German Shepherd, seemed to know his owner, 80-year-old Jack Farrell was in serious trouble after a wall heater malfunctioned, filling their home with natural gas and carbon monoxide.
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The only thing to do when you lose a loved one like that is get another. Several years ago I lost a wonderful Chocolate Lab/Weimaraner cross I’d had for about 10 yeas to cancer. He was a rescue dog who’d gotten me trough some hard times and he’d been saved from a bad situation by a really decent woman. Never has the loss of a dog hurt as much as losing him did. I solved the problem by adopting a Great Dane puppy, who’s now 110 lb. (small for a male Dane) of pure love. Nevertheless, my late Weimador has a special spot in my heart and I’m shedding a ear writing this.
A floor plug had shorted out and had caught the sofa on fire. Bobo kept our house from burning down. Good dog!
Thank you for sharing your story. It’s great that she survived in the shelter - - it’s like she was meant to be with you. I’m so glad the dog saved you and that it seems that you’re in a better place now. Dogs become an integral part of the family and become almost like a child. I suspect you’ll see her again some day. God bless you.
My mom’s was 105lbs at his peak of health. No fat either. With my mom he was a big giant baby. Slept right next to her side of the bed. Would eat you if he thought you meant her harm though. She fed him the bones and meat diet though so he got real food and he knew who fed him. Don’t damage the cook.
I pulled this guy out of the shelter on his last day for our rescue. He is at 90 pounds and height and weight proportional. He is still available.
The ladies at shelter said it was weird.
She never once got up to look at anyone who came to see her.
She just laid on her blanket and ignored them, with her back turned.
When I came in, I squatted down and put my fingers through the wire.
She got up, walked over and BIT my finger!
The women were devastated.
They thought she’d blown her only chance.
I looked up from where I was sitting and said “Get my dog out of this damn cage.”
There was much rejoicing.
:)
When I got her home, it got even weirder than that.
My mom “recognized” her which was impossible due the breed’s rarity.
So mom said “Marnie” and the dog turned and glared at her.
Turns out the dog belonged to mom’s friend who had run off with her husband’s money and gone to Chicago, leaving the dog behind.
“Marnie” left the yard after a few weeks and her still-fastened collar was found along RT 40 but she herself had really not gone far from her house.
The SPCA picked her up about a half mile from there where she’d been running loose and surviving on her own.
So many crazy things had to all work together for us to be together.
I don’t get a newspaper but by dumb luck, I bought a Sunday paper one week, which had her and all the other shelter dogs up for adoption.
And then, it was a few days after my birthday which was important because otherwise, I’d have not had money to get her, the ex being such a stingy control freak.
[yes, there was arguments there but that little bit of money was mine and so was she, now]
*Way* too many ‘coincidences’.
At the time, I had no idea how many times and ways she was to save me.
I really loved that dog.
By the time she passed, I had her two of her sister’s pups here.
He niece and nephew helped a lot but I really did fall apart.
With no exaggeration, I cried every day for a solid year.
Then, it became every other day and each passing year went on like that until it was “only” once a week, etc.
Her grand-niece Djinni was the one who started the healing and Odin came along in 2009 and I finally stopped crying so often.
Now, I can finally talk about her without too many tears....mostly.
My mother despises animals, wholesale.
My dad ‘liked’ them but didn’t treat them very kindly.
[I don’t know where I came from, really :) ]
I feel so sorry for your brother in law.
It’s a shame for a man to not have a dog.
I hope her heart softens.
Yes, I’ve seen that I love it.
:)
Thank you for that post.
Yeah, I’m trying but I know that I’m dealing with a stubborn woman.
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