Peggy's owner (in her 80's) was killed in an automobile accident. Luckily Peggy (then Peppy) was not in the car. Three weeks prior to the accident I had met the owner (Netta) at a dental office waiting room. I left her a rescue brochure after our chat. We had talked Airedale and I wanted her to have my # in case she wanted to continue to chat about Airedales. Netta's daughter, Stephanie, was finally found 3 days after her mother's death (she is a flight attendant). Of course Stephanie rushed out to her mother’s home and found Peppy and her cat friend surviving alone in the home. ON THE TABLE was my bright yellow rescue brochure. Stephanie took the brochure and later called me thinking we would not take in an almost 14 year old, and asked if there was anything we could do for Peppy. She didn’t want to put her down but couldn’t take her either. She was shocked when I said that we would be happy to help. My mom and I drove out to the kennel where Stephanie had taken Peppy and picked up this sad, frumpy girl with bedroom slipper feet. Peppy blossomed with us and, you know the rest of the story. She wasn’t exactly Peppy anymore so we renamed her "Peggy" :).

Stephanie and I both got goose bumps thinking about the timeliness of my chance encounter with Netta and the rescue brochure. To make it a little bit stranger, Stephanie said she was shocked her mother chose to talk with me that day in the dental office in that she had some paranoid tendencies and rarely talked with strangers.

On our daily walks, Peggy taught me to slow down and take time to see the beauty that life has to offer. Together we would stop and watch birds playing in a puddle. We would together catch the drift of wonderful aromas from a nearby flower garden. I would smile with her when she would meet a doggie friend and want to linger to enjoy the friendship. Taking Peggy in at the age of 14 for the last year and a half of her life was one of the best things I have ever done

Some things happen for a reason...

Jann