I apologize for my lack of blogging lately and I promise to do better. Here is today’s story.
About two years ago while driving around we decided to drop in on the Craven County Animal Shelter. Our last dog had passed away some years earlier. My husband insisted we stop even though I was somewhat resistent. Since we love to go camping and have a moderate size RV, we decided we could handle a small dog.
We looked and look through the many large cages that housed a lot of large barking dogs. At the very end of the long hallway was this little forlorn guy with long ears and a very sad face. He was dark as the winter’s night with on the white’s of his eyes smiling at me.
We walked back out to the desk and asked the attendant if we could see the little guy at the end. A few moments later she came out with him cradled in her arms. She handed him to my husband. He looked at me with those sad eyes and I was hooked. I reached for him and he immediately came to me and cuddled up close. He was obviously glad to be out of his cage. I suddenly felt this bond with him.
My husband jokingly asked the clerk how much was he $3? She said no but add two more with it. We were in shock because we knew how high their fees were. I said you’re kidding, she said no that he was house broke, already chipped and had all his shots so he didn’t need anything. My husband could not get the money out of his wallet fast enough. We finalized the paperwork and walked out with our new furbaby. At five years old, he was hardly a puppy but craved attention.
The first three months were met with a lot of challenges as we quickly found he had a lot of medical challenges we were not made aware of. By the fourth month he was reasonably healthy. He soon proved his worth though when in October he woke us up at 3 AM and our house was on fire. He was frantic. He woke my husband up and then me. While my husband tried to put out the fire I called 911 while trying to throw on some clothes. After getting off the phone, I grabbed Roco and ran outside to wait for the fire trucks. Thanks to Roco we had minimal damage and we are alive to talk about it.
While Roco clings to me like I am his MaMa, somehow I don’t mind so much anymore. We value him like he is a true member of our family. Here is Roco!
I believe God sent Roco to us as he continues to protect us daily.