I apologize for not posting sooner. It has been a very strange few days here, both good and bad.So I will try to catch you up.

Wednesday morning, I was in my carport with a gentleman who had come to my rescue to fix a leak in my carport roof. Water was pouring through. We were just finishing up and I heard the screech of brakes, that all too familiar, sickening “THUD!” and the dog screaming in pain.

I dropped everything in my hands and ran towards the sound. By the time, I got to the edge of my driveway and looked toward town, I could see the dog laying in the middle of the highway. He was a young, German Shepherd mix. He was not moving. The woman who hit him had stopped in the turning lane and was getting out of her car, while the highway traffic was whizzing by.  I stepped out into the lane and held up my hand until all traffic going to town stopped, The guy who helped me with my roof, stepped in front of me to hold traffic, and I raced to pup. As I was running, I saw him get up and wobble, he took a few steps and then he got bumped by a car slowing down on the oncoming lane. I looked back to make sure the second lane was clear of traffic (I hate this highway) and when I looked back, the dog had vanished! He had taken off and ran into my neighbor’s yard two houses away. He certainly chose the right home to go to. She has three dogs and a secure fence around her entire property as well as a front gate. The gate was opened. I raced inside looking for him. Someone followed me and shut the gate.

He was cowering back by her fence. Several people were near him talking softly, offering him treats. He was trembling and I could see blood coming out of his mouth and blood on his legs. As I slowed my approach, a woman startled me, she grabbed my arm. She said “God Mary Anne, when we hit him, I told my husband “Oh no, we just hit Kota!” I looked at her and realized she was someone I knew who had adopted several cats from me. I just didn’t recognize her. We haven’t seen each other since Covid hit, although we text often.

I asked the people to back away and asked if someone had a leash? Two men who had been talking to the dog, they were able to approach and put a loop over the dog’s head. We tried to coax him to walk, but he couldn’t at the that time. I ran home, grabbed my truck while calling the vet and came back.

I backed right up to where the dog was sitting. We tried to put a blanket over his head (but he wasn’t having any of that.) They finally just gently lifted him into the back of my truck.

As I was racing to vet, I didn’t expect this dog to even survive the trip. He was laying in the back, panting and whining. There was blood all over the blanket. He had lost his functions and I could smell the urine pouring out of him.

This boy got lucky! He will be fine! He got rolled (fairly substantially) but the vet said the cars must have hit him broadside instead of head-on. He is one year old and quite sweet with people. My friend had posted a picture and the story of FB local page and by the time I got back to the vet, there were 15 phone calls from people saying I had their dog. Pictures being sent, (looks like the litter was large and they all favored each other.) But the bottom line is, he was the one who told us who he belonged to. The minute he saw her approaching, he went ballistic, she was squealing. They were very much telling us that they belonged together. She’s a single mother raising a child and said that she could pay me back the vet bill in small payments. I told her to forget it, it was covered. (I have become accustomed to a large vet debt). I’m just glad he was alive, that she loved him and he loved her. That’s all the confirmation I needed.

So yesterday, I got up and drove to town to buy a bag of cat food for the kitties. I knew I could make a 30 pound bag of Cat Chow last till my shipment arrived. When I got back home a few hours later- (hunting for 30 pounds of Cat Chow locally has never been harder!) There was a donation of food in my carport! Two bags of cat chow, two cases of Fancy Feast and a case of Friskies shreds! No clue who put it there-  I still don’t know, but what I do know is that God has got my back.

Also, thank you, those of you who gave of your heart and sent monies into Paypal. I am so grateful. With the supply chain being so tenuous right now and all those shipments backed up at the ports, there is really no guarantee when the cat food will arrive. Your donations will help me buy more food.

For some reason, my blog isn’t letting me post photos. I have not had the time to figure out why. Or I would post this photo of Taz, the puppy who miraculously survived being hit by a car not once but twice.

A Christmas Wsh fulfilled and a Christmas Miracle all in the same day-

God Does Bless Us All-