The story from Sally's guardian...
Thursday, April 9th I learned that both of my dogs were missing. At first, I had no idea how they possibly could have gotten
out, and the thought that someone might have taken one of them was the first to cross my mind.
My neighbor, Alex, had seen one of the dogs in his backyard and
came to my door to notify me, but by the time I got to the backyard, the dog was gone. Winds were blowing over potted plants
on our patio, and my shouts for Crash and Sally were likewise thrown back toward me.
I ran inside my home to grab the car keys to begin a street search. As I drove slowly around the
neighborhood, shouting into the raging wind, some neighbors pulled up in their car beside me to ask if I was looking for something.
They held up a raggedy, white and brown bundle for my view. It was the male of our sister-brother pair, Crash, and they had
picked him up as he was running down one of the major roads bordering our neighborhood.
Crash and Sally are
Cavalier King Charles Spaniels, and quite evidently do not belong wandering roads, and these people were kind enough to pick
Crash up and attempt to find his owners; however, Sally was still missing.
I searched for three hours until it was too dark to see,
with no sign of our tiny 10lb dog, Sally. Oklahoma is infamous for the predators that are too willing to make a small dog
or cat a meal. We had already lost a cat in this fashion. After searching in the dark for an hour, I finally headed back home.
The high winds made it almost impossible for my voice to carry far enough to reach her. Sally was now alone at night in the
company of coyotes and other predators.
next day, Friday, my three grown children, son-in-law and I began hangingin the neighborhood. We posted at major intersections
toward the town as well as veterinarian and pet stores. Andi, the lady who we purchased Sally and Crash from was helpful in
how to begin the search for Sally.
websites did not improve my hopes for finding Sally, as the odds were against her. According to one site, less than 16% of
lost dogs are actually returned to their owners, and dogs of Sally's size more often end up as meals for predators.
Friday passed with no sightings of Sally and then Saturday
as well. Easter, Sunday morning, which this year was also my birthday, began with church and was followed by a birthday lunch
after the service. The atmosphere was somewhat subdued with the absence of Sally.
Prayers went up for Sally's return, however, and though human odds were against
her, God works despite the odds. Sunday evening around 6:15pm, we received a phone call from a family living in the back portion
of our neighborhood. Sally had become entangled in the briers in this neighbor's backyard, like a biblical Absalom with her
beautiful long fur entangled in the branches, and her exposed to the elements and whatever danger might come her way. She
had been gone for three nights and days, 72 hours; and without food for 90 hours.
When we arrived for our joyful reunion with Sally, the lovely lady and her daughters who had found
her, handed me the briers that they had cut from Sally. As the thorns pricked my fingers, the family informed me that Sally's
fur had become so entangled with the thorns that it was impossible to free her without cutting much of her long beautiful
fur. I was reminded of the crown of thorns that our Savior wore and couldn't help but note that this was the second homecoming
celebration that I had experienced that day, the first being Jesus' resurrection, and now Sally's miraculous return.
Fur will grow back, and Sally was so happy to be reunited with
her half brother. She rolled, and scratched and rubbed against the table legs, and when I washed her, I found that she had
been scratched and cut in many places as she attempted to free herself from the briers.
Thanks to all who
helped us retrieve our precious Crash and Sally! We are so grateful for our Easter blessing.