Puppy Sanderford

Puppy

"Look across the street, there's a puppy sleeping next to the two Labs! Wonder where he came from? Wonder how long he'll last? It got down to minus 20 last night!"

That was our introduction to little puppy Sanderford. How frustrating for Susan and me not to have a place where we could house these castaway's. Frustrated, we wondered if we'd ever find the money to start building structures at the Casa. A place to; live, a place to hold meetings and a warm and safe place to house our animal friends.

Well, this brown and blue eyed angel would up living on our porch and instantly injected himself into our hearts. We fed and sheltered him for six months.

(Those two labs across the street were Tootsie and O.J., the two dogs who now live with us, sharing our food, emotions, love and—when they can get away with it, our beds.)

My stroke struck and Susan had to tend the animals for those two weeks. The day we returned from the hospital, puppy Sanderford was no where to be found. He was able to get through our fence, and we searched to no avail.

Several days passed and we grieved his loss. Then on the third day a neighbor came to the door and exclaimed "Your puppy is down the street, very slowly heading this way!"

We were so excited that he made his way home, but so saddened that he was so damaged and in pain. How on earth did he manage to drag himself back

The drive to the vet hospital some 60 miles away was filled with tears and aching hearts as this little fellow struggled to live. We wondered if he would make it through the night.

As the vet examined puppy Sanderford she shared it appeared he had been attacked by some wild dogs or even several coyotes. His belly and legs were torn apart. More tears and prayers as we asked her to do the best they could and to keep us informed.

Well, our dear puppy miraculously pulled through, but the worse was not yet over. Fortunately we had enough money in the Casa Animal Fund to pay for his care. As fate would have it, the pilot of the plane that airlifted me to Denver during my "medical happening" had kept in touch with us and shared that he and his wife had an animal shelter as part of their home in Alamosa.

We called John and asked if he and his wife would nurse puppy Sanderford through his critical recuperating period. They did a wonderful job of it—and fell in love with the puppy and asked if they could have him as their own.

Don't you just love it when life's crisis times work out like that? We visited John and puppy Sanderford (now Oso), and he was overjoyed to see us. We told him we had to say goodbye.

Puppy Sanderford

We miss him, of course, but are happy for his good fortune —a new lease on life—because people cared.

If you would like to help us feed and protect these loving animals who have no one else to care for or about them, contribute what you can. They'll appreciate it—and so will we.

We can't do it without you!