When one wakes each morning we never know what events might happen to alter the course of our lives. This happened to me 13 years ago. Little did I know when I came to work that day that a little black dog, eventually to be named Olivia, would enter my life, more accurately consume my life, for the next 13 years. She was my constant companion. She came to work with me everyday. She ferociously protected me, my office, vehicle, home, yard and even the street in front of my house. I am so sorry if you are on of the three people that she ran out in the road and bit as you were unsuscpectingly walking or riding your bike in front of my house. Yesterday I laid her to rest due to age related chronic disease. I placed her in my front yard beneath my flowers where she can forever protect me.
Below is a story written by a clinic volunteer who was about 11 years old at the time. It depicts Olivia’s story quite accurately. all the facts and names are true. Of course, we can only surmise what Olivia’s thoughts actually were. I would name the volunteer, but she would probably kill me as she is embarrassed by her 11 year old grammar skills. Only recently did her mother give me a copy of this precious story.
by Olivia Nugget Paschall
Hi. My name is Olivia Nugget Paschall. it used to be plain old, “Dog”, until my life was saved. We’ll talk about that in a minute, because first I want you to know all about me as I tell my story. I was one of those dogs that was brought into the Camden Animal clinic that had been run over by a car, but no one really wanted to save because I had no home to go to. No one really wanted another dog. (They later figured out that I had broken a leg bone (actually two), and one of my hips.) I was really hurting at the time, that the lady who found me on the side of the road brought me in to the animal clinic. I was, if this is possible, more scared than I was hurting, because, Gosh, I had no idea what would happen to me! I had never really been around a human before, and was scared that they were dangerous. Well, that’s what all the street dogs say. But any way, back to my story. I was really scared as they laid me on the table to examine me, but Dr. Paschall was as gentle and kind as can be. She told the lady that found me, that I had been seriously injured, but I was savable Then she asked what she would like to do with me. The lady said that she really didn’t need a dog. She finally decided that the best thing was to put me to sleep. I think she left, but I can’t really remember, because all I remember is Dr. Paschall’s face. I kept staring at her and wagging my tail even though it really hurt to do it. I don’t have a clue as to why I was wagging my tail. I mean, I was on the brink of death. I think that I wagged my tail because I was so nervous. As I watched her, she began to fill a needle up with this bright pink stuff. After that she stuck this little needle in my leg, but pulled it back out again. I didn’t really know what she was doing until I heard her asking someone behind me to make me a bed in the kennel, and prepare for surgery. I couldn’t believe my ears!! She was SAVING MY LIFE!!!. I was shaking with happiness.
(TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT BLOG)