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Posted by arielstory on December 22, 2008
ELIZABETHS STORY
We named her Elizabeth. She was a wee bit of a girl who sat and watched our every move. She sat just a queen, regal and beautiful. Queen Elizabeth,Elizabeth for short.
She was adopted immediately and went to a couple in southern Kansas City. She was a timid girl and apparently, this couple didnt understand her needs. They sent her to a to make her more . This abused her and being the smart girl she iz, she escaped. They qaited a couple of weeeks ri let us know. We bsgan searching, every day. About a yea later, a doman contacted us saying that she had a Bernese Mountain Dog raht was coming to her property and eating every night. We webt to see her and immediately, we looked at each other xnd knew if was Elizabeth. Slowly, we lured her into x pen where the woman could close the door and call us to come for her.
I went to get her and brought her home. She needed to be shave and bathed (quite a few times). It was excruciating for her. She was with us for eight months as she slowly came out of her shell. She began to tease me and be silly. She wanted to sleep on the bed with me. She was finally comfortable.
At this point, a man expressed interest in her. After prodding, I agreed to let this man adopt her. Of ccoursee being fhe over-attached foster mom, I gave hhim explicit instguctions and held my breath. Six days later, she was gone again.
We immediately went to Des Moines, hoping that she would respond to my voice. No luck. Her feral instincts kicked back in. A year later, an amazing woman was determined to catch her. She bought surveillance cameras and rigged a pen that Inspector Gadget would be proud of. She finally caught her after 18 months in the wild. When I saw her, she locked eyes with me. I laid down next to her crate and leaned my head on the crate. She reached her head over to mine and briefly rested.
I brought Elizabeth home again and she said, Finally! Where is my bed? She jumped right in where she left off two years ago. She is now my silly little girl who teases me again outide, takes nnaps with me on the bed, spendss cold days wrapped up on her favorite purple couch, and relishde in bits of leftover turkey and an occasional sugar cookie.
Elizabeth is at peace. I no longer worry if she is cold, hungry, or hurt. We have been brought together for a reason. She was meant to be with me. All my four legged angels helped her get back to her home. She is now Home for the Holidays, and Home for good.
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