Everything happens for a reason
H“Miracles are not contrary to nature, but only contrary to what we know
about nature.”-Saint Augustine ow do you explain those flukes that make us say, “that was impossible,” or “what are the chances?” I’m not much of a church goer and I’ve even doubted the realism involved in God. I’ve lived my life simply not knowing what will come after our days here on earth but seriously living the best life I can. I’ve lived many an experience, like waking up worrying about my sister and then finding out she had a car accident, or thinking about someone that I hadn’t seen in year an then running in to them by chance, but I don’t believe any as inexplicable as last Wednesday night.
Jazmin is a tan and black husky mix dog that I recently helped save from up North of Quebec. She was extremely scared and shy when I picked her up and was suffering from a serious infection on her chest. After a week and a half of being in my home, her infection got much better and while she was still shy, she had come a long way in trusting humans. There’s not a mean bone in her body and she was ready to find a new forever loving home. A family in Richmond, Mark and Catherine Gifford, saw her photo, fell in love with her and wanted to adopt her.
I drove to Richmond last Wednesday morning and brought her to meet her perspective family. Hadn’t been to Richmond in years, so I had to admittedly use the GPS to get there. They loved her. I left with a happy but heavy heart since I bonded with her.
After work and after supper, I checked my Facebook, which I always do every hour or so to see of any news on dogs that are in their new homes or people interested in adopting and that’s when I saw it. News from Jaz’s new family that she had broken away and was missing.
“Will it make any difference if I go and help call her?”, “By the time I get there she may be too far or already found,” and “But, she knows my voice, she knows the kids,” all ran through my head at 9 p.m. that night. Something told me I really needed to go and see if I could help, at least try. My youngest boys insisted they were coming to help and I readied Wyatt, my Labernese, since Jaz was still more comfortable with dogs than humans.
My boyfriend stayed home to take calls incase needed and we all headed out. After Sherbrooke, the snow got much heavier, so much heavier that I almost felt the need to turn around due to no visibility, but with doing 30 to 50 kms/hr we dredged on. “There is no place to trun around mom,” my son said. My heart was sick with worry for Jazmin. At about Windsor, at 9:25 p.m. my son, Zack looks at me and goes, “Mom, Jazmin is so scared, what if she doesn’t come to us.” I explain that these dogs are in completely new situations but I doubted she would go too far to make him feel better, but in all honesty, I had no idea what the dog was thinking. I took the exit by the new McDonald’s outside Melbourne and realized quickly it was the wrong one, got back on the 55. The snow was letting up as we neared the Acton Vale exit. As I was looking at the exit sign I happened to notice something black coming towards us, running South on the 55 North. I quickly opened