Good Neighbors of the Human and Canine Kind

by admin on August 18, 2009

Not all stories on Ehell are about bad behavior. This one is about a little lost dog who is taken in by kindly people until they can find his owner and in the meantime, he saves the eldest son from a nearly fatal seizure.  One can almost see the providential hand of God directing the steps of a little dog to be where he was needed and the owner who was wise enough to recognize that something greater has happened here. 

Lost Dog Saves Man With Down Syndrome From Nearly Fatal Seizure

Monday, August 10, 2009   AP

PORT TAMPA, Fla. —  Yolanda Segovia heard a knock on her door one morning, just before 8 a.m.
Her neighbor was on the porch, with a dog and a story.
Stacey Savige had found the little dog in front of an elementary school. He wasn’t very big, looked like some sort of terrier. Burrs clung to his belly. His honey fur was caked in mud.

He didn’t have a collar. Stacey had taken him to the vet and he didn’t have a chip, either.

Now Stacey had to go to work. Could Yolanda keep him?

Yolanda is 47. She’s a divorced mom with two boys. In recent years she has survived breast cancer and cervical cancer, lost her dark hair and eyelashes to chemo. A hairdresser, she hasn’t worked since 2006.

“You can leave the dog here,” Yolanda told Stacey. “But just for today.”

They took photos of the dog and made a FOUND flier. Stacey ran off 4,000 color copies. She and Yolanda stuffed mailboxes, put ads on Craigslist.

Yolanda took her boys to the dollar store and bought a collar, leash, ball and brown bed. Her 10-year-old, Azaiah, decided to call the dog RaeLee, pronounced “Riley.” He said he had heard it on TV. All afternoon, he walked the dog, threw the ball, laughed while the dog licked his face.

“Don’t fall in love with him,” Yolanda kept warning.

Her elder son, Christian, 21, watched through the window. Christian has Down syndrome and an array of other ailments. He has had heart surgery, a kidney transplant. He can’t speak or bathe himself.

That night, when the boys climbed into their bunk beds, the dog dragged his new bed from Yolanda’s living room, down the long hall, into their room.

Four days later, they still had the dog. He was starting to answer to his new name.

He loved roughhousing with Azaiah, knew to be gentle with Christian. He almost never barked.

On Saturday, Azaiah went to his dad’s house. Christian retreated to his room to watch a Barney video. The dog dozed beside him.

Yolanda had just stepped onto her porch to water the plants when the dog flung himself into the screen door, barking madly.

As she opened the door, the dog sprinted across the living room, into the boys’ room.

Yolanda screamed. Christian was slumped over, his body writhing in a seizure, blood streaming from his nose and mouth.

The dog ran to the boy, still yelping. But as soon as Yolanda bent to cradle her son, the dog went silent.

“If he hadn’t come to get me,” Yolanda told Stacey later, “the neurologist said Christian would have choked on his own blood and died.”

Since no one had claimed the dog, Yolanda decided to keep him.

Stacey got a call the next morning. A man named Randy had recognized his lost dog and called the number on the flier.

Stacey sobbed. She had been working so hard to find the dog’s owner. Now that he had found her, everything seemed wrong.

She quizzed the man to make sure the dog was really his: Is the dog fixed? What tricks does he do? The man answered things only an owner could. His name is Odie, the man said.

Randy Cliff, 34, is an unemployed plumber who lives six blocks from Yolanda with his wife, their four children and infant granddaughter. He said he had been searching for Odie for more than a week.

Stacey told him, “That dog saved my friend’s son.”

When the van pulled up outside Yolanda’s house, the dog raced out and jumped into Randy’s arms. Randy buried his face in his dog’s soft fur.

Azaiah stood on the porch, crying. “We’re going to miss you,” he called.

As Randy remembers it, he looked at the boy. He saw Christian’s frightened face in the window. “Is that your brother?” he asked. Azaiah nodded.

Randy set the dog by Azaiah’s feet.

“Maybe Odie was supposed to find you,” Randy said. “Maybe you should keep him.”

{ 9 comments… read them below or add one }

Kristin August 18, 2009 at 2:46 pm

Thank you for posting a story that reaffirms my belief that humanity hasn’t completely been lost in this world. I am in tears over this moving story.

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Cyndi August 25, 2009 at 6:30 pm

Oh wow, that moved me. I have tears in my eyes. What a wonderful person that plumber is.

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AS March 24, 2010 at 1:15 pm

I just came across this while reading some of the earlier blogs. Thanks for posting this. It really brings tears to my eyes!

Dogs are just amazing animals! My grandmother used to tell me about her dog who was my mother’s “foster father”. When my mother was 6 months old, she had come down with a very bad illness. The dog used to sit under her bed ALL day long till she recovered, only to come out for food, wash and chores. And when he went back, he would sniff my mother completely before going under the bed. My granny could do her work without worrying about keeping an eye on my mother all the times, as the dog would raise an alarm if he thought something needed to be taken care of!

My hometown was hit by the Tsunami of December 2004 in Indian Ocean (though it was not as bad as a lot of other places). I read the story of a 6 year old boy who was saved by their pet dog! The dog dragged him by the collar out of the sea into the safety of their family. The mother of the boy was interviewed, and she wouldn’t stop crying – she was totally moved by what the dog did!

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MrsAdorkable March 26, 2010 at 10:54 pm

A truly touching story.
I do hope Randy and his family got to visit the hero on occasion though.

AS: Those are also wonderful stories.

I am glad that there is still good in the world.
Animals are so wonderful and giving. We often treat them horribly, but the majority will still respond with nothing but love. We could learn from them (As Randy clearly did.)

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Miss Marie May 7, 2010 at 5:58 pm

Aww. This is such a great story! I got the chills and teared up a little.

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icebag August 27, 2010 at 11:22 pm

I very much hope Odie’s original owners have been richly blessed for their generosity, and I also hope that Ms. Segovia and her sons have been able to escape the cancer that hung over them. It’s a lovely story still, all these months later.

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Tundra September 20, 2010 at 1:55 am

Very nice story, but I hope the plumber and his family weren’t too sad by losing their little dog either!

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gramma dishes September 20, 2010 at 11:25 am

I’m glad they included the name of the unemployed plumber in this story. Hopefully, local people needing plumbing services will be prompted to call him as a bit of a reward for his family’s sacrifice.
As others have also mentioned, my eyes were stinging something fierce when I finished reading this story. Very touching and moving story.

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Serenity S. August 27, 2011 at 1:10 pm

Wow!! What a wonderful story. Almost cried as well. It is so great to be reminded of how kind others can be.

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