The Hero from the Woods: The Unlikely Rescue of Shannon Lorio

Shannon hugs her hero

Shannon hugs her hero

It was a day most likely like any other in 2010 when Shannon Lorio hopped in her car and headed off down a familiar road.  It was a winding rural road in Georgia she had probably travelled down more times than she could count.  But what she didn’t count on was her car fish-tailing on a tight curve taken too fast.  Having careened off the road, Shannon ended up being thrown partly through the back window of her car.  When she regained consciousness, injured and in a great deal of pain,she discovered she wasn’t alone.  An unlikely savior has appeared out of the woods and come to her side in the form of a stray dog.

The german shepherd jumped to the back of the car and cleaned the blood from Shannon’s face when she lost consciousness again.  The next thing she was aware of was the dog pulling her from the car by the back of her jacket.  He then persisted to drag her a heroic distance to the side of the road.  Hearing a vehicle approaching, Shannon was able to pull herself up using her canine hero for support and flag the car down before losing consciousness again.

After the driver contacted Shannon’s husband and an ambulance, it was determined that she’d suffered a head injury and was bleeding into her brain.  If the dog hadn’t come to her rescue, she probably wouldn’t be here to tell the tale.  Shannon owes her life to the heroic acts of a dog she’d never met.

But that’s not the end of the story.  The dog was taken to the local Human Society where he was adopted by Heidy Drawdy, a canine search and rescue trainer.  She named him, appropriately, Hero.  Heidy has since been busy putting Hero’s natural abilities to good use and he’s happily and enthusiastically learning wilderness rescue with even more in store for his future.

Watch Shannon recount the event and see Heidy and Hero in the video below.  A very touching story of selfless love, hope and heroics.

Abbey, Meredith and God: A Story of Loss and Love

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Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words:

Dear God,

Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.

Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find. I am wherever there is love.

Love, God

 

Tommy the Dog: The Meaning of Faith

Tommy the dog

Loyal dog continues to attend mass at church where owner’s funeral was held.

Link posted by Kung Ako Ikaw
Photo : Tommy at Santa Maria Assunta church.

By Dylan Stableford, Yahoo! News : A loyal dog whose owner died late last year has apparently been showing up for Mass every day for the last two months at the church where the funeral was held.

Tommy, a 7-year-old German shepherd, used to accompany his owner, Maria Margherita Lochi, to services at Santa Maria Assunta church in San Donaci, Italy, according to the Daily Mail, and was allowed to sit at her feet.

After Lochi died, the dog “joined mourners at her funeral service” according to locals and “followed after Maria’s coffin” as it was carried into the church.

Tommy, a stray who was adopted by Lochi, has been showing up “when the bell rings out to mark the beginning of services” ever since.

“He’s there every time I celebrate mass and is very well behaved,” Father Donato Panna told the paper. “He doesn’t make a sound.”

None of the other parishioners has complained, Panna said, and villagers give the dog food and water and allow him to sleep nearby.

“I’ve not heard one bark from him in all the time he has been coming in,” Panna added. “He waits patiently by the side of the altar and just sits there quietly. I didn’t have the heart to throw him out—I’ve just recently lost my own dog, so I leave him there until Mass finishes and then I let him out.”

Source :: http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/sideshow/loyal-dog-attends-mass-church-funeral-153655088.html

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Story found on Dawning of Golden Crystal Age

Freedom the Eagle: A Story of Love and Hope

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This is the kind of story you need when it seems like the world is
spiraling out of control…..
Not many people get a picture of this proud bird snuggled up next to them!

Freedom and I have been together 11 years this summer. She came into the Sarvey Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre in Washington State as a baby in 1998 with two broken wings. Her left wing doesn’t open all the way even after surgery, it was broken in 4 places. She’s my baby.

When Freedom came in she could not stand and both wings were broken. She was emaciated and covered in lice. We made the decision to give her a chance at life, so I took her to the vet’s office. From then on, I was always around her. We had her in a huge dog carrier with the top off, and it was loaded up with shredded newspaper for her to lay in. I used to sit and talk to her, urging her to live, to fight; and she would lay there looking at me with those big brown eyes. We also had to tube feed her for weeks.

This went on for 4-6 weeks, and by then she still couldn’t stand. It got to the point where the decision was made to euthanize her if she couldn’t stand in a week. You know you don’t want to cross that line between torture and rehab, and it looked like death was winning. She was going to be put down that Friday, and I was supposed to come in on that Thursday afternoon. I didn’t want to go to the center that Thursday, because I couldn’t bear the thought of her being euthanized; but I went anyway, and when I walked in everyone was grinning from ear to ear. I went immediately back to her cage; and there she was, standing on her own, a big beautiful eagle. She was ready to live. I was just about in tears by then. That was a very good day.

We knew she could never fly, so the director asked me to glove train her. I got her used to the glove, and then to jesses, and we started doing education programs for schools in western Washington.

We wound up in the newspapers, radio (believe it or not) and some TV. Miracle Pets even did a show about us.

In the spring of 2000, I was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. I had stage 3, which is not good (one major organ plus everywhere), so I wound up doing 8 months of chemo. Lost the hair – the whole bit. I missed a lot of work. When I felt good enough, I would go to Sarvey and take Freedom out for walks.   Freedom would also come to me in my dreams and help me fight the cancer. This happened time and time again.

Fast forward to November 2000 the day after Thanksgiving, I went in for my last checkup. I was told that if the cancer was not all gone after 8 rounds of chemo, then my last option was a stem cell transplant. Anyway, they did the tests; and I had to come back Monday for the results. I went in Monday, and I was told that all the cancer was gone.

So the first thing I did was get up to Sarvey and take the big girl out for a walk. It was misty and cold. I went to her flight and jessed her up, and we went out front to the top of the hill. I hadn’t said a word to Freedom, but somehow she knew. She looked at me and wrapped both her wings around me to where I could feel them pressing in on my back(I was engulfed in eagle wings), and she touched my nose with her beak and stared into my eyes, and we just stood there like that for I don’t know how long. That was a magic moment. We have been soul mates ever
since she came in. This is a very special bird.

On a side note: I have had people who were sick come up to us when we are out, and Freedom has some kind of hold on them.  I once had a guy who was terminal come up to us and I let him hold her. His knees just about buckled and he swore he could feel her power course through his body. I have so many stories like that…….

I never forget the honor I have of being so close to such a magnificent spirit as Freedom.

Photo: Freedom and Jeff

Source:  Animal Cruelty Exposed

 

Jeff Guidry’s memoir, “An Eagle Named Freedom;  My True Story of a Remarkable Friendship” is available on Good Reads and can be found here.

 

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Kuko

by Anonymous
from The Random Acts of Kindness Foundation — Kindness Stories

Fate has a way of bringing those who need us and those who we need together at the penultimate moment.  The following was submitted to The Random Acts of Kindness Foundation’s Kindness Stories and moved me so much I had to share it here.  Please visit the site.  There are so many uplifting stories!

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It was a particularly cold winter. The kind of winter with strong winds and heavy rains, that turns umbrellas inside out, and makes you want to stay in bed under the warm blankets. This was the winter of Kuko, a winter of hardship, and a winter of hard knocks.

It’s funny how one small event can start a chain of events that ultimately lead to one, single destination. That destination was me. My neighbor worked the night shift. As he was driving home, his headlights caught a glimpse of a kitten on the road and fearing that he had hit it, he stopped. He grabbed the kitten and immediately headed to an all night veterinarian clinic. An x-ray and 90 euros later he found out that the kitten was okay. He then tried to leave the kitten at a shelter, but they were closed for the night. With no other avenue to follow, he brought the kitten home and then proceeded to do what still has me scratching my head today: he dropped the kitten in my courtyard, knowing that I had cats.

None of this I knew, however, till much later for at 2:00 a.m. I was in a deep sleep. For as long as I can remember, we’ve always had pets. We had many cats and dogs, but also hamsters, mice, birds, and we came darn close to having a monkey. We never turned away a stray. It would be fair to say that I’m genetically wired to help the critters. Although I was deeply asleep, when I heard that pitiful mewing I woke up immediately, threw on my slippers and robe, and rushed outside to find this kitten. I had to do this twice before I finally found him.

I rushed him inside and immediately set up a warm bed and mini-sandbox in a warm room for him. I had a container of powdered milk for cats so immediately went about getting some food into him, one eyedropper at a time. He was a sad looking thing. He was full of fleas, had a dull coat, and appeared to have a viral infection of the eyes. Once I put him down to sleep, I headed back to bed and set my alarm to get up early so I could take him to the vet’s.

The vet said the viral infection had resulted in blindness. If the kitten had been treated early, his eyesight could have easily been saved. Additionally, one eye simply never opened. So I took the kitten home and isolated him for a few days so I could get the fleas under control as well as slowly introduce the kitten to our other cats. We named him Kuko.

Kuko grew up like any other kitten: He loved to run around the house, play with the other cats, wreak havoc when he could, and settle in for a nice long nap on my lap. He didn’t learn the visual cues from other cats; rather, from me. I’m a great one to hug and kiss my cats so Kuko’s interpretation of this was to head-butt me when he wanted affection. I assume this was the result of my nose hitting him every time I would swoop in for a kiss. When he wanted to be picked up, he would stand on his back paws and reach up for me with his two front paws. Our relationship grew and he flourished into this beautifully marked cat of sweet temperament.

When I think of Kuko, It never crosses my mind how lucky he was to find me. I always think how lucky I was to have him come into my life. He makes me more acutely aware of all things around me and brings joy into my life every single day.

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Of Note:  The Random Acts of Kindness Foundation also offers educator resources to download exciting lesson plans based on real-life actions by community leaders for students.

Fisherman Rescues Bald Eagle: A Two-Fold Act of Kindness

Courtney Short probably never imagined he’d end up a rescuer while on his way to work the graveyard shift at Hill Air Force base in Northern Utah.  He probably also never expected that this one deed would also raise the awareness of a problem that is turning deadly to wildlife.  Lead.

Courtney encountered a bald eagle who was so weak it allowed itself to be picked up and even cradled like a baby.  He rushed it to the nearby Humane Society where it’s receiving care, but unfortunately it’s not doing well.  Caregivers determined quickly the bird was suffering from lead poisoning.  Although they’re injecting him with calcium in hopes of filtering the lead from its system, the eagle may not survive.

But what Courtney’s actions have accomplished is to give this bird a chance at survival.  Not only that, but it’s also raised awareness of one more case of lead poisoned wildlife in the area.  The cause is linked to lead bullets used by hunters.  If an animal is shot but not reclaimed it can go off and die and then become food for scavengers who in turn ingest the lead and die.  There is hope that in spreading awareness of how damaging this practice is to wildlife hunters and fishermen will stop using lead.  This was the second eagle within the month to be brought into the Humane Society suffering from the poisoning.

So Courtney’s good deed is two-fold.  He’s given the bird a chance and shined light on a damaging practice that needs to change.  Bravo!