“With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me. ” – Jarod Kintz
When I was a child of about 5, my mom took my younger brother (aged 2.5), and my older brother (aged 7) and I hiking. She let my older brother and I climb some not-too-steep cliffs by the river while she held my younger brother’s hand at the bottom. Halfway up, a man appear from behind a boulder and tried to get me to come with him. My mother couldn’t release my younger brother’s hand (he was by the river!) but she could see that her older two children were in terrible danger. She threatened to the man to leave us alone or she would release our dog, Pebbles, from her leash. The man kept creeping forward, so she released our dog.
Pebbles immediately scaled the slope and boulders, and herded my brother and I down the cliff, nipping at our heels as we went, and snapping at the man and backing him off every time he’d come closer. We made it safely to the ground, whereupon our mother whisked us home and called the police. They found the man right were he had popped out at us. He had a little nest set up with blankets, food, etc. He also had a warrant out for his arrest for molesting a little girl.
I’d hate to think of what could have happened if Pebbles hadn’t been there. I think of my poor mother, and the abject terror she must have felt. Leaving her young son to rescue her older two could have resulted in his drowning. Leaving us to fend for ourselves at the top could have ended in tragedy as well. How much hope did she place in Pebbles, desperately trying anything to get out of the situation. And Pebbles came through.
I forgot to mention, Pebbles weighed in at roughly 20 lbs., and Aussie mix. A typical shelter rescue.
This story here tells of a similar story. A little girl lost in the Siberia wilderness, saved by her dog. Nobody even knew the dog was trying to help. There’s a reason dogs are named “Fido”…it means “Faithful” in Latin.