Tulsa-Dan
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This is a true story.
Ten days ago I began vomiting and passing blood. I slipped into a coma as the crimson life flowed out of me like melting lava.
My hospice nurse came by a day later and could not arouse me nor was she able to get a response from my boxers. She rang the bell, banged on the door yet no dogs and no me.
I had been lying there some 24 hours in pools of my own blood and my dogs had not been fed nor given food or fresh water as they usually are daily.
My nurse then called my neighbor, Debbie, who came running. She too tried to get a response from me, banging on the door and calling the dogs, but no dogs and no response from me. She began to become hysterical. She thought some axe murderer had come and killed all of us.
They called the Fire Department. The Fire Dept. also banged on the door and windows but no dogs, no response from me. So they decided to chop the lock off of the back door and enter.
Once they got inside, they found me slipping away, and my dogs on the bed with me staring at me. The dogs did not bark, growl, or show any response except to watch me and wait.
The fire men (and woman) worked for about 1/2 hour trying to revive me but could not. The dogs would not move. They stayed by my side, watching, hoping and waiting. They called EMS to bring an ambulance and take me to the ER where hopefully the doctors could pull me out of this. As they waited for EMS they tried to get the dogs outside so EMS could work on me when they arrived but, the dogs would not move. They still did not growl, bark or show any aggression whatsoever. They only waited by my side.
Finally Debbie found the treats and coaxed Maggie and Rider out of the room and into the back yard. But Susie would not leave my side. The firewoman happens to own a Boxer as well so she simply picked Susie up and carried her outside. Susie was determined to stay by my side but they had to take me to ER.
Three people have told me this story now and are so impressed with the love and devotion my dogs have shown.
When I heard about it from the nurse, I didn't really believe it. But three independent people have now told me the same story.
When I heard this, I was stunned by my dogs. And last night as I lie awake listening to the mournful whistle of the trains go by, tears rolled down my face as I realized that this Thanksgiving I have not only my life to be thankful for but, I have been taught something very few people on this earth get to know in reality: I have been taught the real meaning of love; the true and deep understanding of devotion and . . .
I know now that I would gladly give my life up to save any one of my dogs. They've given me something so few have ever felt or known.
And should the day come where the unthinkable occurs and I don't come 'round again, I know something for sure: I will never be alone as long as I have my Boxers.
If anyone ever asks you what is so special about Boxers, tell them this story and ask if their Lassie or Rin Tin Tin would do that for them? I truly doubt it.
I thank God this Thanksgiving for not only another chance at life but also for the incredible gift of Boxers. Were it His plan for me to cast myself naked across the seas and sands I would gladly do so because He has given me a gift more precious than anything of Heaven or on Earth. He's given me my Boxers.
Maggie, Susie, Rider... Thank you. You have made me the luckiest man on earth.
Dan
Ten days ago I began vomiting and passing blood. I slipped into a coma as the crimson life flowed out of me like melting lava.
My hospice nurse came by a day later and could not arouse me nor was she able to get a response from my boxers. She rang the bell, banged on the door yet no dogs and no me.
I had been lying there some 24 hours in pools of my own blood and my dogs had not been fed nor given food or fresh water as they usually are daily.
My nurse then called my neighbor, Debbie, who came running. She too tried to get a response from me, banging on the door and calling the dogs, but no dogs and no response from me. She began to become hysterical. She thought some axe murderer had come and killed all of us.
They called the Fire Department. The Fire Dept. also banged on the door and windows but no dogs, no response from me. So they decided to chop the lock off of the back door and enter.
Once they got inside, they found me slipping away, and my dogs on the bed with me staring at me. The dogs did not bark, growl, or show any response except to watch me and wait.
The fire men (and woman) worked for about 1/2 hour trying to revive me but could not. The dogs would not move. They stayed by my side, watching, hoping and waiting. They called EMS to bring an ambulance and take me to the ER where hopefully the doctors could pull me out of this. As they waited for EMS they tried to get the dogs outside so EMS could work on me when they arrived but, the dogs would not move. They still did not growl, bark or show any aggression whatsoever. They only waited by my side.
Finally Debbie found the treats and coaxed Maggie and Rider out of the room and into the back yard. But Susie would not leave my side. The firewoman happens to own a Boxer as well so she simply picked Susie up and carried her outside. Susie was determined to stay by my side but they had to take me to ER.
Three people have told me this story now and are so impressed with the love and devotion my dogs have shown.
When I heard about it from the nurse, I didn't really believe it. But three independent people have now told me the same story.
When I heard this, I was stunned by my dogs. And last night as I lie awake listening to the mournful whistle of the trains go by, tears rolled down my face as I realized that this Thanksgiving I have not only my life to be thankful for but, I have been taught something very few people on this earth get to know in reality: I have been taught the real meaning of love; the true and deep understanding of devotion and . . .
I know now that I would gladly give my life up to save any one of my dogs. They've given me something so few have ever felt or known.
And should the day come where the unthinkable occurs and I don't come 'round again, I know something for sure: I will never be alone as long as I have my Boxers.
If anyone ever asks you what is so special about Boxers, tell them this story and ask if their Lassie or Rin Tin Tin would do that for them? I truly doubt it.
I thank God this Thanksgiving for not only another chance at life but also for the incredible gift of Boxers. Were it His plan for me to cast myself naked across the seas and sands I would gladly do so because He has given me a gift more precious than anything of Heaven or on Earth. He's given me my Boxers.
Maggie, Susie, Rider... Thank you. You have made me the luckiest man on earth.
Dan
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