I struggled whether to post this today in light of our pal Remington crossing over the Rainbow Bridge. But after much thought and encouragement from some blogging friends we decided to share the tale. So let us begin.
It was a beautiful day for a walk with my friends.
We romped and played.
You all know my buddy Bert. Yea that's him right up there. He is waiting for my MOM to throw him a snow ball. If it has the word ball in it he is all kinds of crazy for it.
That's my new friend Ky. Remember when she greeted me she kissed my ear. Oh it was so much fun. Running through the snow, jumping over logs, playing chase. Finding sticks.
As you may remember this is where I said the "Lost" story began. Right after this photo was taken we walked a little further and then MOM stopped to toss Bert some more snow balls into the woods. It was then that she thought she heard something fall. She garbed her hip area and then looked to the ground. "OH NO!" she thought. "My monitor is gone." It was no where to be seen anywhere on the ground.
It is here that I think I must give you a little background. Back a few months ago when I got real sick and I was taken to the ER Vet, when my MOM left the ER with me still there not knowing if I would make it or not, one of her thoughts on the drive home was, "What am I going to do without him." While that statement says a lot, for my MOM there is one more added piece.
While I am not trained to do this, I always know when my MOM is going into a medical condition. These can be, and have been, very serious. When I notice something is not right I do all I can to get her to know it too. Barking, pulling at her, laying on her and licking her face, whining. You name it, I do it to get her to respond and take appropriate action. So one of her thoughts was, what was she going to do when I am not here any more to help her.
So after all turned out OK with me, and I am going as strong as ever, she went to the doctors to see what could be done. Long story short my MOM has to wear two thingys. One is a monitor that, as the name indicates, monitors her medicals stuff. It sounds an alarm when things are not right and when things start to trend in a bad way. She also has to wear a pump that pumps the stuffs she needs into her 24/7.
The thing on the left is the monitor. And the thing on the right is the pump thingy. Sorry if I am using to many technical terms. These things clip to her belt or pocket. The monitor has a transmitter with a needle on it that is attached to MOM's abdomen. And the pump works about the same way with a pod that is attached to tubing which is attached to the pump. The pod and tubing are also attached with a needle that is also inserted into her abdomen.
Pump thingy on the left, monitor transmitter on the right. She has to wear all this stuff 24/7 except when she showers. And she has to change out those things on her abdomen every few days so infections don't happen from the needles that are inserted in her.
Well the monitor was missing. While some of the pups and peeps kept on walking the rest said they would walk back the way we came to help us find it. Me, MOM, Ky and her peep walked a head pretty fast. Bert and the rest of the pack were behind us.
MOM and I got all the way back to the car and we did not find it. MOM put her camera away and we head back and met up with Bert and the rest. MOM said she was going to retrace her steps again and Bert said "I can help". Seems that Miss Vickie told Bert to do a search when we were head back to the parking area. She told him "Bert, slow search, Michelle." But I guess because MOM and I were so far ahead of them he thought he was actually searching for my MOM and he did a very good job of following her every step back to the cars.
So this time Miss Vickie told us to stay with them. Then she told Bert, "Slow search Michelle." Well my MOM was standing right there so he somehow knew it wasn't my MOM he was searching for but something that smelled like her. And off we went.
MOM and I followed Bert and he sniffed and ran, sniffed and circled, sniffed and looked around.
And then half way back around the pond there it was. Next to some trees in some tall grasses. HE FOUND IT!! Can you believe that? I am still amazed at the whole thing. Miss Vickie said because he knows my MOM so well, all she has to do is tell Bert to search for Michelle and he knows what to look for and what to smell for, even if he does not have a sent article to go off of. If you are not amazed by that.... well I just don't know what to say.
That's my buddy BERT, the hero of the day.
We all have our special gifts. Remington was a friend to Everyone and always made each of us feel special. Bert with his therapy work helps heal the sick and he is an excellent search dog. I have the gift to know exactly what is happening with my MOM and can alert her. All of us, ALL OF US, have that special something that makes this world a beautiful place. Don't you agree?