| LADY'S STORY |
| One bright sunny day in November I met the love of my life, the furry kind anyway. She was a beautiful little girl and very scared. A neighbor had told me that she was there. The day I met her was not a normal day because we had just left my Grandmother's funeral. We went to see her and there was no animal to be seen. We started to whistle and this lovely little creature stepped out of the undergrowth. She was wagging her tail, but she was shaking all over. She would glance all around to make sure she was safe. The first day I knew that she would be mine no matter how long it took or how hard I had to work to get her. After the first day we started making two trips a day to see her and take her fresh food and water. She would sometimes be lying on an old mattress that someone had thrown out or hiding in the near by brush. She was very timid and had undoubtedly been abused. After about the fifth time we went she started to follow the car a little ways, and would come farther each time. This did not concern me as it was a very narrow gravel back road. If you stopped the car to try to get her to come to you she would run away. I got where I would set the food and water in the same place giving her a comfort zone. I would pick up the bowls and return to the car after talking to her a while. Each time it seemed we could get a little closer, but she was still very wart of us at all times. Each day I would set on the piece of board that we fed and watered her on. One day she finally started allowing me to touch her. One fast move or jerk though and away she would run. After a week and half she we loaded up the pet taxi which I had been carrying back and forth with me for several days, but today I felt different. She was going to be my baby girl today I could just feel it. We went to the dump and saw no sign of her so I began to whistle. She came busting through that brush with her tail wagging just as fast as it could go. I had brought someone she had never met with me that day and he would walk towards her and she would inch closer to me. She got close enough to eat and drink, but was still watching the unknown person. As he inched closer she placed her paw on my leg and I reached out and took her by the scruff of the neck turning her away from my body so that if she tried to bite to make an escape she would not get my face. We loaded her in the pet taxi in the back seat and she came to her forever home. She is no longer with us in bodily form but still remains in our hearts for eternity. She lived with us for almost five years before she died having a seizure on the way to the vets office at 5:38 a.m. September 23,2002. Lady Belle is what I call a heart dog. I felt an instant bond her that never failed. She was the Beagle I had wanted my entire childhood, but I am glad I found her as an adult. To save a life from a deadly situation is very rewarding, but to be loved unconditionally is one of the greatest gifts you can ever receive. |
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