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A Happy Ending

One of my flutist friends sent this story and the picture. It’s really wonderful that W and S (my friend’s newlywed daughter and son-in-law) were willing to take care of this little guy. I love a happy ending!

As I said at the rehearsal, W and S have a dog now. When they were moving furniture into their home, W saw a little dog sitting on the front porch as she drove up. When she got out of the car, the dog ran over and greeted her joyously, than ran into the house ahead of her. He greeted S, who was a little puzzled, and then the dog ran from room to room, checking things out. Finally, he found a likely spot and settled in to supervise the proceedings. They had been adopted.

The dog did have a collar, but it was dilapidated, he was filthy, matted, covered with fleas, and when they had him checked at the vet, he had a full-blown case of heartworm. He hadn’t been taken care of for a long time. He also had a microchip, but it had never been registered. No one contacted the humane society, responded to ads, or recognized him in the area.

While he was being treated for heartworm, his little body was so overwhelmed by the medications that he developed pancreatitis and W found him unconscious on the floor in dire straits. She rushed him to the vet, and they were able to pull him through.

She and S both feel that God sent him to them to take care of, or maybe he’s was sent to teach them something. (Like how to have your budget blown away by almost $1000 in vet bills, but that’s another story.) Anyhow, Buddy (named by S) was feeling a little better as W drove up here with him to get ready for the wedding, and his recovery took a leap when he met Ginger, a LADY dog living at our house. Too busy trying to woo her to remember he didn’t feel good. She considered him a puppy who needed to be corrected, and she did. [He lost his last puppy tooth while he was here, so the vet is guessing he’s about 7 months old.)

Here’s Buddy: