Eight years ago, when my mother lost her Jack Russell Terrier, Sissy, to heart failure, she needed rescuing. I mean my mother needed rescuing. Daddy had died three years earlier, and Mother missed him terribly. So now, she was missing Sissy too. She needed company, so after a few months, she went to the local animal shelter.
On that fateful day, it happened there was a young female Jack Russell Terrier who had been picked up and brought in by animal control. There was a hitch: she had only been there a couple days, so they had to hold her for two weeks to see if anyone claimed her. Mother waited. She called me and told me about the cute, little, white terrier with brown spots. Mother said she was a muscular little dog with lots of energy. She told the people at the shelter she would take the little terrier if no one claimed her. She was excited, and secretly, she was praying no one would claim that cute little terrier. She waited two weeks.
September 14th rolled around, and Mother went back to the shelter. The cute little terrier was still there, and since no one had claimed her, she was available for adoption. It seemed fitting that the cute little terrier, which Mother would name Sam, went home with Mother on Daddy’s birthday. Mother gave Sam a home, but really, Sam rescued Mother.
The two of them were together almost every single day for eight years. As long as she was able, Mother would throw the ball in the backyard for Sam. They “talked” to each other. They sat out on the back porch together. When company came over, sometimes Sam would run and hide under the bed, but she didn’t realize only her head was under the bed, and the rest of her wasn’t…just like a two-year-old, “I can’t see you, so you can’t see me.” She made Mother laugh. She rescued Mother.
Mother died December 30. She fell on Christmas Eve. I’m sure Sam saw her fall. I’m sure Sam saw the EMTs carry her out. I’m sure she was confused. Heck, I’m still confused; I wish Sam could talk and tell me exactly what happened. For a few days, Mother’s friend/caretaker, Lois, would go feed Sam and visit with her some. When we realized Mother wasn’t going to make it, my aunt and cousin were with me at the hospital, and they offered to take Sam from Alabama to Florida to another aunt. (I would have loved to keep her, but we have three non-shedding dogs at my house, and my husband’s allergies can’t handle shedding.)
Sam is ornery, doesn’t adapt well to change, and she must have been scared and confused. She couldn’t get along with the aunt’s dog. My cousin, Patti, found her another home…and another. She was loved at the last home, but because of her shedding and her running into the road (a lot of acreage but no fenced yard), after a month, the lady couldn’t keep her.
Patti called me and told me she was looking for another home for Sam. I immediately texted my brother, whom I affectionally call “Brother,” and said, “We need to bring Sam back to Mother’s house.” Because he lives near Mother’s house and would be responsible for her, I held my breath, thinking he might text back a firm “no.’
To my surprise, his first response was, “Maybe.” I knew, if Sam went back to Mother’s, she would have lots of company and be loved, because my brother stays there sometimes, my nephew was planning to move into the house, and friends visit all the time. Most of all, Sam would be comfortable. I typed back, “We can pay someone to come clean the house once a week.” Brother typed back, “Yes.”
Next, I texted, “I think Sam would be so happy.” He immediately responded, “OK.” Yippee! I promptly called Patti to start arranging Sam’s homecoming. I relayed messages between Patti and Brother, and they made it happen.
Patti called me after picking up Sam from her most recent temporary home, and said, “Sam went absolutely wild when she saw me!” Patti used to visit Mother and Sam a lot, and Sam is crazy about her. I could hardly wait for Sam to see Brother. A week ago, Brother met Patti at the halfway point between their cities and picked up Sam.
Sam was as excited to see Brother as she had been to see Patti. She and Brother’s dog, Amos, don’t always see eye to eye, but when she saw Amos in the car, she was even excited to see him! The three of them drove back to Mother’s house.
Brother called me after he got Sam home and said, “She was so excited. She ran into the house, and then she ran and ran and ran around the backyard.” He said, after a little while in the house, things got too quiet. He thought Sam had escaped. (She loves to slip out the door and go for a run if she can.) He looked in the bedroom, and there was Sam, piled up on the bed, sound asleep. It was probably the best sleep she’d had since December.
Mother would be happy to know, this time, we rescued Sam. She’s home. She’s comfortable, and she’s happy. I haven’t even seen her since her return(I live 400 miles away), but every time I think about her homecoming, I cry. I’m crying now.
We rescued Sam. I engineered it, and Brother and Patti made it happen.
Give your dog an extra treat today.
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Thanks for making ME ugly cry this morning! I was sitting on the back porch, drinking a cup of coffee out of one of Aunt Sherry’s favorite cups (how ironic) and decided to read your latest post. NOW, I’m still drinking my coffee while listening to the birds sing like we used to love to do, and alligator tears rolling down my face!! Miss her so much!!
Happy to be of assistance!😉
This is such a sweet story!! I am so glad that Sam is happy again and I know Aunt Sherry is thrilled! Good job!
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Thank you, Cindy! Everything worked out the way it was supposed to!
Beautiful…..your mother would be so happy, and I know she is smiling down on you and your family.
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Thank you, Mrs. Bailey! I think she would be thrilled. Thank you for supporting me!
Oh Kelly you’re killing me. I’m so sorry Sam didn’t like Crickett. Crickett said ‘someone has invaded my domain.’ However, Crickett got the worst of their relationship. I know Sam is where she needs to be now and so glad the boys are in your Mama’s home.
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Glenda, everything turned out the way it was supposed to turn out! Sam is happy and back in her comfort zone. Thank you for trying!
And now I am teary! What a wonderful story!!! So glad Sam is home. ❤️
What a Valentine story! ❤ Thank you for telling us of sweet Sam's happy ending. I know your dear Mother is at peace, knowing her little Rescuer is back home. God bless you and Brother…and that darling pup. xxxooo
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Thank you, Linda! That little dog is so happy! My brother MIGHT be is happy as she is!