Monday, June 30, 2014

God drives a Hyundai

Today I met God..... and she was driving a Hyundai Accent. Mind you I am not an overly religious person but, sometimes there are things you can not ignore.


I've been struggling with a decision for the last 24 hours however, on my way home I decided to go with my conscience and do something I know would not sit well with my husband or my immediate plans for the future of our family.   I just knew it was the right thing to do but, it would also complicate my life immensely come November.


I had lost one of my beloved dogs just a few short days ago.  I should preface this by saying they are like children to me and this loss was tearing up my heart and soul. I'm a foster mom to these “throwaways” and have taken in a lot of fur babies that I know don't have long on this planet. It's not an easy task but, it brings me a purpose in life (along with the sorrow).


I had just recently suffered a devastating blow with the abrupt loss of my Bimini (a stunning black and tan Pekingese whose original "mommy" threw him away once he could no longer breed). He had only been with me for a little over year. I loved him with all my heart and called him my little hippie boy. He was the most peaceful, sweet, loving animal I've ever known. My heart was broken just as it had been with the 2 losses just 4 months prior.


So, when I see this pathetic little waif of a dog in need if a savior I went into stress mode. How can I help without taking on the responsibility?  We are moving in November and it is so much easier to find a place that allows 2 dogs.  Three dogs, no matter what size, is almost impossible! But she was crying out to me through her photo that was circulating via social media and  I was being told that the rescue I work with is not going to save her. Ugg!  


Against my better judgment, I stop by the county animal control to see her after work today. The minute I lay eyes on this little angel I knew what I have to do. Phone calls are made, the plan was set and I push the button. Tomorrow I would pick her up and bring her home, get her well and most likely never let her leave my life.


As I am on my way home struggling with the decision (made without consulting my husband) and rehearsing my speech I convince myself 3 is my lucky number and all would be well. Long ago, I had made a vow to always have one special needs dog in my home to "pay it forward". I have 2 super great young pups I share my life with but, one of them had been purchased at a pet store. Only later did I learned about the horrors of puppy mills and that this is where "pet store puppies" come from. I had such guilt and needed make it right (thus the rescue work began). I make very effort to sell it to myself so my pitch to my husband is rock solid as I sit at a red light talking to myself. Next to me I hear "beep beep". I almost NEVER look over because it is almost invariably an asshole wanting to cut in front of me or some similar form rudeness. But I did, and there was God.


Next to me sat a "grandma" type woman with blonde "grandma" styled hair in an orange Hyundai Accent hatchback - exactly like the one I was driving. She looked at me, flipped me a double thumbs up and smiled.  I smiled back, then laughed, then cried as I pulled away when the light turned green. This was my sign. I was doing the right thing and the powers that be felt it was important enough to deliver the message personally. The emotion from that experience was so strong that just writing about it now, 3 hours later, is making me cry. I saw me, like a future reflection, telling myself "good job". It was dumbfounding and overwhelming and astounding. I am still scratching my head....I can't recall her face and I would not be able to recognize her again, but that smile and thumbs up brought me to my knees and changed the course of my life.  Mhysa is here safe, sound and saving me in my dark hours.


So, yes Virginia (I hate it when people ask me if Ginger is short for Virginia, but bear with me here) there is a higher power and she drives a Hyundai hatchback just like mine.

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