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Wounded dogs, deaf people, and reasons to sing..

It was a soft Sunday morning with autumn on tip toe. The dogs and I were walking to our spot by the river to frolick awhile. Faintly, then increasing in volume, I heard a mournful wailing.We followed the cries and discovered a very elderly dog with eyes that could melt a stone.She was caught in a tight clutch of bushes by the water and was unable to move.
I held her head gently and assured her that I was here to help.Removing my overshirt and making a sling I pulled her out
and laid her on a grassy spot while I ran home for help.Having worked at a veterinary hospital for many years I could see that not only did a back leg appear to be broken but ther were other serious wounds as well.My daughter and I carried her home in a blanket. Although she had tags, we were told that her owner was away camping and could not be reached by phone.We were also told that her owner would want the best care for her.Her whimpering subsided somewhat as we comforted her on our way to the emergency clinic.Once there she was swept in, kindly handled, and we were told to wait.
Sitting on a bench nearby was a gentleman reading a magazine. He pointed to a photograph, not speaking. I asked him in sign language if he was deaf. He signed yes! So began a journey of exploration, my ASL being a bit rusty..We engaged in conversation for an hour while we waited.{his pup had a broken leg} I studied American Sign Language for 8 years and cared for deaf children on my farm back east,and have found found ASL to be the most graceful, vibrant and beautiful language I have ever expeienced,and am privileged to be able to communicate with a deaf person.
What a morning! It seemed as if time had stood still long enough for me to hop off and walk my true paths, listening, connecting, loving.
The songs I write are about just that. Here is one I wrote for my dog, Dusty, found on the road.I play it on my harp..
I am a simple song of truth, you carry in your heart,
Even when the storm surrounds you, we never are apart.
Like the moon guides a sailor, weary and alone,
Like a candle in the window, I will bring you home.

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Comment by Donna Leshne on August 26, 2009 at 10:24am
GET back in the mix girl - we need more interpreters!!!
Comment by CindyR on August 24, 2009 at 9:51pm
What a wonderful story Caroline. Thanks so much for sharing it here. We never know where the blessings are going to come from, do we? You only have to be ready to accept them when they do appear.
Comment by Bob's mom on August 24, 2009 at 9:26pm
Such a special story, another special person and a very special dog. thank you Caroline.
Comment by Lily Azures on August 24, 2009 at 8:36pm
Well done Caroline!
Comment by caril on August 24, 2009 at 5:06pm
What beautiful words... and what a wonderful story.

Obviously you were the angel guided to the elderly dog... having a 14YO right now, I know how distraught I would be if he went missing. Blessings on you for taking care her.
Comment by Caroline Martin on August 24, 2009 at 4:26pm
My story had a happy ending,with a grateful call from the dog's owner..

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