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Give a Cheer
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Give a Cheer

This is the story of one of my rescued dogs. UPDATE: Bonnie gently passed away Saturday, May 15, 2009.
Journaling says:
Bonnie's Story

Driving along a country road one morning I saw a dog standing in the middle of the road. A terrified vision of it being hit by a car flashed through my mind and I immediately thought “I can't leave her here.” So I stopped and coaxed her into my car.

This dog was injured, possibly clipped already by a car, so from that point on, my day was changed. I turned around and took her home, and then took her to the vet. An x-ray revealed that she had a previous injury, a broken leg, and that it had never been treated. The bone had never even been set and so instead of it healing, the jagged edges were side-by-side and calcium had deposited there. The vet advised to just leave it alone, doing anything would make it worse. So I took the dog home with pain medication in hand and made her a bed in our garage. I cried with her when she cried, because she was in so much pain. And I quietly cursed the previous owner for dumping this dog in the country like that, injured and scared. She had been abused and the poor thing cowered down like a little mouse in a corner.

Around this time I had met a woman who had a rescue organization, where they would 'foster' animals out, until they could find homes for them. So I called her and she said she would help me out. She helped pay for medication and then helped me to pay to spay the dog. By now, this dog was called “Bonnie” or “Bonnie Sue” (by my friend).

Soon the opportunity for placement came, a school teacher in the next town wanted to adopt her. I explained about her leg, how she was an inside dog and perfectly trained, etc. So Bonnie went to her new home. About 6 or 8 months later I got a phone call. This woman said she had ‘my dog'. I looked around the room and saw all my dogs and thought she was mistaken. She then told me that she was a white dog, she found her running through the neighborhood and my name was on her collar. I thought ‘Bonnie'. My name was on the collar from when I had her spayed. I told her I would be right there. I picked her up, explained about the adoption, and for a moment she wasn't going to let me have her back. I told her I WAS taking her and she could have her neighbor call me up about her. Which she did. She was very sweet but explained that her husband said the dog shed too much and basically threw her outside in the yard …. All winter long …. With her bad leg. She felt real bad, and I asked her WHY didn't she call me up, I would have come back and got her. I told her I was not giving Bonnie back, that I would keep her myself. I did feel bad for her, but not her mean husband.

So looking into Bonnie's eyes, I made a promise to her that she would live with me forever, and she would never be thrown out again, by anybody. And Bonnie is still here with me today. It has been 10 years since this happened, yet I remember it as if it were just yesterday. And Bonnie is such a sweet girl. She has been the best dog imaginable. She still cowers down in submission whenever she meets new people, but she then lifts her sweet face up hoping you will scratch her on the head. I love this dog and always will. Sometimes when I say her name the words to the song “My Bonnie” play in my head:

My Bonnie lies over the ocean, my Bonnie lies over the sea,
My Bonnie lies over the ocean, O bring back my Bonnie to me.
Bring back, bring back, O bring back my Bonnie to me, to me:
Bring back, bring back, O bring back my Bonnie to me.