Dora and Murphy

April 29, 2013  

Two different dogs, both miracles in their own special way

By Emily Ann Meyer

Our first miracle is Dora. We adopted her in 2006 – already a grey-faced dog, she’d been in rescue for over a year, and was returned by one family for being too shy. After about 3 months, her true personality began to show though, and she became one of the sweetest, most outgoing, adorable dogs ever. In 2010, I got connected with a therapy dog organization, and we were certified as a therapy dog team.

Then, in 2011, she was diagnosed with hemangiosarcoma, and she had an emergency splenectomy on March 12 of that year. We started visiting an oncologist almost right after that, and she was given 5-7 months. She has long outlived that prognosis – it’s been 2 years and 1 month! When we visited the oncologist again this March, he said in his 12 years of practice he’s only seen one other dog survive as long as Dora has. And we still do therapy dog visits. I truly believe that just as the visits with her help make the residents and children healthier and happier, the visits with the residents and children do the same for her. She’s got a purpose and I’m so blessed to have her.

Our other miracle is our petite pit bull Murphy. Murphy is more of an “ordinary” miracle, but no less a survivor, of a different sort.

About a year and a half ago, my roommate was visiting her sister & brother-in-law. He headed off to church when he saw a box on the side of the road. Inside was a baby dog and a few kittens. The kittens ran off but the dog ran right up to him. She was scraped all along her back and her tail had a kink where it had been broken, but other than that, she was okay.

She was so young, she didn’t even have all her milk teeth yet, but she was feisty, and the minute my roommate saw her, it was love. In that part of the country spaying and neutering aren’t very common, and puppies are often killed. That Murphy was left to fend for herself was extraordinarily lucky for her – even more so, that she wasn’t then hit by a car. And every day walking her, I’m struck not only by her beauty but how lucky we are to have her.

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