For The Love Of A Dog
Elie Wolf
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Thank you for writing For the Love of a Dog. Two and a half years ago, I went to take my dogs for a walk at a wilderness preserve. After parking, I opened the door and they jumped out, without leashes. I went to pull my big dog (62 lbs.) back, but he had another idea and pulled me forward. Needless to say, I went up in the air and hit the asphalt with my hip. I’d never felt anything like it. I couldn’t lift it or push on it. A gaggle of five women walked by, looked over at me in the middle of the street and said, “Oh honey are you alright? I couldn’t answer them, so they kept walking. Meanwhile Beau, my Buff Black Mouth Cur (rescue) and Chilli, our mini dachshund, came over and kept me company until help arrived. A few hours later, I was in surgery. I’d broken my femer at the neck and needed three four inch screws to keep me together. All through my recovery, in “the moments” they were there for me. Calming me and listening to my grumbles.

A year later, I competed in a mini-triathlon. I am not a competitive person, but was tired of the “girl with the broken femur identity.” I finished without walking. My hamstring was the only thing that was stiff.

They are the first beings I see when I wake up and the last I say goodnight to. You are so right that we have much to learn from their extraordinary loyalty and goodness. Thank you and may you heal all the more completely because your dog is at your side.

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