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Heart to Heart

The story of Heart to Heart

Looking back now, it seems a lifetime ago that ElizaBeth and I embarked on a crusade to save the life of one special dog. It was on Wednesday, Sep. 27, 2000 that ElizaBeth stopped into the Chickasha Animal Shelter on one of her frequent rescue visits when a very frightened and very pregnant mixed breed caught her eye. The poor little girl pushed up against the fencing hoping to receive a pat or kind word that would assure her she would be alright in that scary place. Her dark chocolate eyes pleading for help touched ElizaBeth's heart, and that was the way it all started.

On that day, ElizaBeth had already arranged to take as many dogs as she had room for, and if she took the pregnant girl it meant one of the others would have to die because their time was already up. The only solution was to find someone to adopt her before she was scheduled for just 2 days. It may seem simple enough, but finding a forever home for a very pregnant mixed breed is a HUGE undertaking. The first thing ElizaBeth did is call me so we could both begin phoning every soft hearted person we knew. I bet we called at least 50 people with no luck, and the time was slipping away fast. By 5:00 Wednesday, we knew we had to find another way to go about the rescue. As it happened, I was very active on the internet with several German Shepherd Rescue groups and turned to them for help. I posted a plea for help and asked that my email be posted to other rescue groups as well. Within hours, I began receiving inquiries into the situation.

What transpired the next 48 hours is nothing less than a miracle. Emails began coming in from all across the US with offers to help, and I began the daunting task of coordinating the rescue effort. As unlikely as it seems, the rescuing angel who was to become the girl's forever mom was all the way in Roundlake, Illinois, a distance of 1026 miles. Finding a way to get her there was the miracle, and I needed help figuring out how to accomplish it. As fate would have it, one of the people on a GSD rescue list told me I should contact Carl Nyland because he regularly helped transport rescue dogs to their new homes and could offer advice. I immediately phoned Carl, and he told me that a long distance rescue usually took a long time to arrange, but since we just had 2 days, he'd offer all the help he could. He told me I needed to break the trip up into "legs" and post in chatrooms which legs were available so people could volunteer to fill them. Then I needed to coordinate all the legs and arrange meeting places and times for pick up and delivery of the dog. All this had to be done in 48 hours over the internet with complete strangers. WHEW! This was a HUGE undertaking, but I knew a precious life hung in the balance, so for the next 48 hours I stayed online until it was accomplished.

The first thing I did was break the trip into 8 legs then began emailing people arranging transportation. Here are the actual legs from mapquest that became Carla's ( we named her Carla in honor of Carl Nyland whose help was invaluable) journey to her new life. After all the legs were arranged, ElizaBeth picked Carla up Friday from the shelter to prepare for her departure on Sunday morning.


These are the email logs of the journey itself. As each leg was complete, the volunteer would have someone email me so a real time log could be kept:

Sunday morning Oct 1
1.) departed 5:30 AM
Rush Springs, OK to Norman, OK (54 mi) Estimated Time: 1 hour 33 minutes - ElizaBeth J.

2.) arrived 7:00 AM departed 7:17 AM
Norman, OK to Tulsa, OK (126 mi) Estimated Time: 2 hours 13 minutes - Elaine D.

3.) arrived 10:00 AM departed 10:15 AM
Tulsa, OK to Topeka, KS (218 mi) Estimated Time: 3 hours, 41 minutes - Sheryl P

4.) arrived 2:30 PM departed 2:40 PM
Topeka, KS to Kansas City, KS (64 mi) Estimated Time: 1 hour 8 minutes - Elizabeth J

5.) arrived 4:15 PM departed 4:45 PM
Kansas City, KS to Des Moine IA (196 mi) Estimated Time: 3 hours 18 minutes - Carl Nylund

6.) approx 7:30
Des Moines, IA to Waterloo, IA (106.4 mi) Estimated Time: 1 hours, 46 minutes - Andrea L

7.) spent the night in Waterloo with Andrea
Monday morning Oct 2
Waterloo, IA to Rockford, IL (183 mi) Estimated Time: 3 hours - Andrea L

8.) Rockford, IL to Round Lake, IL (79 mi) Estimated Time: 1 hours, 17 minutes - Lauri C

Last email at Journey's End (1026 miles)

Date: 10/2/00 7:20:17 PM Central Daylight Time
We made it! She is such a GREAT passenger!
She is adapting well to my gang. Some growling but since they are all ignoring her she's getting more comfortable with them.
She is the female version of a little GSD mix I fostered awhile back. Sprung him from the shelter with a fever of 106. Named him Johnny Fever.He was just as sweet!
I will get the photos developed tomorrow and try to throw everything together by the end of the week!
It's almost feeding time for the crew, so I'm off!
Thanks to everyone for all their help! I'll keep in touch!
-- Lauri

pictures of the journey beginning in Oklahoma and ending in Illinois:

7 lives saved and the beginning of Heart to Heart Rescue

-six years later, Heart to Heart volunteers have helped save hundreds of lives across the US, Canada, and Mexico-

Heart to Heart

This sweet Dachshund was found in the middle of Rockyford Rd and Hwy 81 last night NW of Rush Springs. When I stopped the truck, he happily hopped in, kissed me, then sat on my lap and looked out the window. He is healthy, well behaved, and neutered. We call him Rocky after the road he was on and appears to be about 5 years old.

Please call WindRidge if you are looking for this boy.

Heart to Heart


This is the true and horrible story of how we came to have our newest family member. Her name is Patches. No, not because we are patching her up but because she is a paint horse/pony. She is somewhere between 20 and 25 years old and a kids horse through and through.

We looked at buying this horse three months ago for one of our daughters. We wanted a horse that we could trust and that kids could learn to ride on correctly. All of our other horses are adult horses or not kid broken or kid safe. We were looking for a horse that Laur'en could get comfortable riding and to start barrel racing; a learner type of a ''safe'' horse. Well, the seller and I kept missing each other........ bla bla bla............ This horse has been ridden by his ten grand children............... over the past 15 years........

So today I am driving by his (the sellers) place on the way to town (please keep in mind that this is a good ole country boy, been around these parts for many years, old country type). So anyway, I see the horse locked up in a round pen and decide to call him on the road from my cell phone.When I inquire about the horse, he tells me that the horse in no longer for sale ''because she got her leg cut up on Sunday (today is Tuesday) on some sheet metal."So I told him I would stop by to take a look to see if I could help him tend her leg on my way home from grocery shopping.

He told me that he had already doctored the leg with...... now sit down......window caulk and bailing twine (the string that round bails of hay are tied with)... I just cant believe what I just heard, so I kinda (sickened) laugh and ask "really how bad is the leg?" He then tells me he is serious, and that a $50 bill will now buy this horse. Still in disbelief, I finish my to-do list in town and head home. On the way I stopped by to took a look at this horse, and I nearly fainted. HE WAS NOT JOKING!

Her poor leg is sliced in a jagged an upside down V. Starting at her knee on the front left leg, it goes down from the knee to her hoof spreading into a 3 inch wide gapping hole and cut down to the bone. PLUS with the added CAULK (and string that was used to close the wound), it had collected hay, grass, dirt, blood, and the caulk had dried.

So I paid the $50.00 purchase fee (wanting to choke the very life from this man), loaded her into a trailer, and brought her home. My gal friend,Theresa, and her son, Mike, came over to help. Theresa works for a large animal vet, and even she was disgusted at the nasty cut and lack of wound care that this horse had received.

We soaked the leg in a 5 gallon bucket with warm water, Dawn dish soap, and betidine (after removing the in-bedded twine), then cleaned the wound and tried to remove the caulk. You can see the before and after photos. We also gave her a large shot of antibiotic and tetanus vaccine, then added antibiotic cream, and wrapped the leg for the night. Patches was a lil sweet heart, only once did she pull away from us in all the pain she was in and the stress of just meeting us.

This will be a long haul toward healing on her part. We will have to soak the leg daily. Tomorrow we will need to shave off the hair and caulk then trim off all the dead and dying tissue, skin, and muscle. It's too late now to sew or staple the remaining skin, and due to all the foreign matter that includes CAULK, it's going to have to heal from the inside out.

Wish us luck.





We are pleased to let everyone know that Patches is almost well and happily settled into life with the Jordans :)

Heart to Heart


Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.

There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

I Found Your Dog Today

I found your dog today. No, he has not been adopted by anyone. Most of us who live out here own as many dogs as we want, those who do not own dogs do so because they choose not to. I know you hoped he would find a good home when you left him out here, but he did not. When I first saw him he was miles from the nearest house and he was alone, thirsty, thin and limping from a burr in his paw.

How I wish I could have been you as I stood before him. To see his tail wag and his eyes brighten as he bounded into your arms, knowing you would find him, knowing you had not forgotten him. To see the forgiveness in his eyes for the suffering and pain he had known in his never-ending quest to find you. ... but I was not you. And despite all my persuasion, his eyes see a stranger. He did not trust. He would not come. He turned and continued his journey; one he was sure would bring him to you. He does not understand you are not looking for him. He only knows you are not there, he only knows he must find you. This is more important than food or water or the stranger who can give him these things.Persuasion and pursuit seemed futile; I did not even know his name. I drove home, filled a bucket with water and a bowl with food and returned to where we had met. I could see no sign of him, but I left my offering under the tree where he had sought shelter from the sun and a chance to rest. You see, he is not of the country. When you domesticated him, you took away any instinct of survival out here.

His purpose demands that he travel during the day. He doesn't know that starvation will claim his life. He only knows that he has to find you. I waited hoping he would return to the tree; hoping my gift would build an element of trust so I might bring him home, remove the burr from his paw, give him a cool place to lie and help him understand that the part of his life with you is now over. He did not return that morning and at dusk the water and food were still there, untouched. And I worried.You must understand that many people would not attempt to help your dog. Some would run him off, others would call the county and the fate you thought you saved him from would be preempted by his suffering for days without food or water. I returned again before dark. I did not see him. I went again early the next morning only to find the food and water still untouched.

If only you were here to call his name. Your voice is so familiar to him. I began pursuit in the direction he had taken yesterday, doubt overshadowing my hope of finding him. His search for you was desperate, it could take him many miles in 24 hours. It is hours later and a good distance from where we first met, but I have found your dog. His thirst has stopped, it is no longer a torment to him. His hunger has disappeared, he no longer aches. The burrs in his paws bother him no more. Your dog has been set free from his burdens, you see, your dog has died.

I kneel next to him and I curse you for not being here yesterday so I could see the glow, if just for a moment, in those now vacant eyes. I pray that his journey has taken him to that place I think you hoped he would find. If only you knew what he went through to reach it... and I agonize, for I know, that were he to awaken at this moment, and (if) I were to be you, his eyes would sparkle with recognition and his tail would wag with forgiveness.

Author Unknown

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