Kicking a Puppy while Kissing a Baby, An uplifting StorySubmitted by Crabacado on Tue, 02/05/2013 - 05:36
A Story to Share
With so much venom-laced mud slinging about, (especially very recently) I thought I'd share a heart-wrenching to heart-warming story with you all.
It was a dark and stormy night. Literally.
Last week, a neighbor of mine was driving back to Myrtle Beach from Florence, SC on Highway 501. It was late at night and there was a brutal storm passing through with howling winds, blinding rain and plenty of cold. Okay, maybe not that cold if you're in Maine or Wyoming right now, but cold enough. Especially if you're in a downpour with 50 mph wind gusts. (I'll take 15 degrees F with no wind over high 40's with sideways rain any day).
Driving slowly, due to the conditions, my neighbor spotted some movement on the side of the road just up ahead. Not sure what it was, she slowed to a crawl and pulled over just past the commotion. There was virtually no other traffic around and this location was your proverbial 'Middle of Nowhere' near Marion, South Carolina. The kind of place where, if your car broke down, you're truly screwed.
She pulled her flashlight from the console, zipped her jacket, pulled the hood over tight and ventured out to investigate, believing that anyone or thing exposed in the current weather was at serious risk and needed help.
Even with the flashlight she could hardly see much but the beam of light stumbled upon the carcass of a dead adult cat on the side of the road. It had clearly been hit by a car quite recently as there was still fresh blood present, even in a driving rain.
It was then she heard a whimper and from the darkness emerged a wet-soaked and shivering puppy. It was later discovered to be a male, pure bread German Sheppard about 3 weeks of age. He layed on the gravel right beside the dead cat and just looked at my neighbor, helplessly.
Either the cat was helping raise the puppy in the wild or they were both cruelly abandoned very recently in the middle of nowhere by their previous 'lack-of-Caregiver'. This particular history and circumstance will never be known.
She noted the dead cat did not appear emaciated and the puppy looked reasonably healthy, but certainly cold, wet and hungry at the moment. So she did what any human being with a heart and soul would do: Put him in the car, dried him off best she could and turned the heat up and continued home with a new friend to love and care for.
Luckily, for me and my family, she is out of town for a few days and we currently have the pleasure of caring for this most amazing puppy/person for a little while. A most handsome, healthy and happy little guy!
He is the happiest little puppy you can imagine: playful, very loving and simply clueless about how lucky he is.
We are lucky too because we have him in our home for a little while to love and be loved by.
I'm guessing he's about 4-6 lbs right now and in two or three years he'll probably be close to 100 lbs and a ferocious and loyal protector of his family.
I'm willing to bet that 9 times out of 10, a story like this does not end this way.
I wish I had more stories like this. Now I have to figure out a way to try and keep him because nobody in my family wants to give him back.