September 11th is full of memories for me—mostly distressing images in my mind of the planes hitting the Twin Towers, their later collapse and all the dust-laden folks looking like zombies. This year a new and “precious” memory was added to my mental 9/11 scrapbook.
It was a gloomy 9/11 for me this year and Judy was on her way to meet me for wings out on Reynolda when she suddenly was stuck behind a stalled suv in the road. Turned out the car had stopped to keep from running over a wooly brown ShizTzu running in and out of traffic.
The lady in the stopped suv was on her way to the emergency room with her elderly mom so Judy was left to take over. It was obvious this wet, wooly girl was out of her comfort zone, was in harm’s way and could not just be left on the side of the road.
Judy asked the neighbors who were out and no one knew of the owner. I later came and joined in the effort to no avail. I suggested we go to plan “B” since it was getting late and the Vet in nearby Oldtown would be closing later. We could check to see if our new friend had a “chip” and therefore find the owner.
Judy took the “little lady” and I followed in my car with our two-“Baby” and “Haylee Grace”. The vet checked but no chip. But the office people did say a lady posted a picture of a lost ShihTzu about an hour before.
Judy looked at the picture of a smaller, groomed ShihTzu and it didn’t look like our wooly long-haired girl but the office called the owner anyway. So Judy, our lost friend, “Baby”, Haylee Grace, and I were all out in the parking lot waiting and humans praying.
After about 15 minutes, a dark suv pulled up and out came Mom, Dad, and three little ones. And when the little girl yelled out, ”PRECIOUS!” and grabbed her fuzzy baby into her arms, I knew the Heavenly Father had just engineered one Huge rescue!
I don’t know all the details but “Precious” had been gone about 24 hours and I am sure was glad to be home. It was an emotional experience for all of us and a 9/11 moment I will never forget. “Precious”… memory. J
My better half Judy gave me the greatest ‘human’ gift in 1987 when she said “I do”. Don’t try to reconcile the math, but I have 3 teen age grandchildren now. Hannah, the oldest gave me the name “Papa John” and was disappointed when she found out that all those pizza places were not mine.
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