I was living in south Florida when I spotted him. The spaniel was standing with his nose almost touching the ground next to the busy highway. Although I already had a dog, his body language screamed out “help!” so I turned my car around and went back.
I found the dog cowering in the shade of a lone weed that had somehow escaped the mower’s blade. When I knelt down and called him, he hobbled to me on three legs. I put him in the car and headed for the veterinary office. My vet said the dog had a dislocated hip from being struck by a car and scheduled surgery for the following week.
I brought the dog back to my apartment where he was listless and apathetic. The only thing that made his ears perk up was the sound of childrens’ voices. When he heard them, he would look up, straining at the sounds, then slump back down totally dejected. It was obvious that he was a child’s pet.
It was 100 degrees, but something inside told me I couldn’t stop searching…
Although I lived 20 miles from the city where I found him, I decided to get back in my car and drive there looking for the owner. I spent hours putting up signs and asking people if they knew of anyone who had lost a black and white springer spaniel. The temperature was near 100 degrees and I was hot, tired and discouraged. But I was compelled, somehow, to keep searching for his owner.
Finally, I drove into a small trailer park where I asked a little boy playing in his yard if he had lost his dog. His mother came to the screen door as I was talking. She looked stunned. Turning away from the door she yelled “Betty! I think this woman found Pepper!”
That door almost flew off the hinges as a red-haired woman burst through it. My first question to her was, “Do you have kids?”
Sobbing, she showed me pictures of twin 8-year-old girls, but the biggest surprise was yet to come. It turned out that Betty lived 30 miles from the city. When Pepper got into her ex-brother-in-law’s garbage one too many times, he took the dog and dumped him in the city a few weeks earlier. Betty had just stopped by the woman’s trailer for 5 minutes before work.
Now, I ask you, what are the odds of me finding the owner in a city of 100,000+ people? I lived in Royal Palm Beach, 20 miles away and Pepper was from Loxahatchee, which is more than 30 miles away. The odds of running into Pepper’s owner that day were so fantastic that I doubted that it could be her dog.
“You know my name. You know my mom!”
When I walked into my apartment I said, “Hello, Pepper” and for the first time in three days, he looked up, his tail started wagging and he came to my side. It took him five seconds to realize, “You know my name. You know my mom!”
When Pepper’s mom arrived, we all cried…she and I and the dog. It was the most beautiful thing ever.
Later that night,the phone rang. It was Betty’s daughter.
“I just want to thank you for bringing Pepper home,” she said. “Every night when my sister and I said our prayers, we asked God to please bring Pepper home. Thanks to you, he did.”
I hung up the phone in goosebumps. I knew now that it was no coincidence that I found Pepper’s owner. God had used me as an angel for a day to answer the prayers of two little girls. They got their dog back and I got a valuable lesson in the power of prayer.
By Magz Skorupski of New York, USA