I wanted to title this "I Believe in Miracles"
but somehow it seemed redundant. If I believe, then I believe in
miracles. First I should describe the situation. My Irish-Setter mix,
Katie, the first dog of my three dog household, started to get ill this
summer. My vet said she had tick fever and prescribed the medicine for
the illness. However, she started to fade. I became alarmed because she
is a young dog, about three and a half years old and we took her in
within hours of noticing her behavior. I asked my wife to take her to
the Oklahoma State University Animal Husbandry Clinic, which is
considered the best in the state. They noticed a golf ball sized growth
close to her spine. All tests for tick fever were negative. Her weight
had fallen from 33 lbs to 23 lbs in just three weeks. The hard news of
cancer loomed. Costs of tests would be about 1,000 dollars. To remove
the growth would be 1,000 dollars if it was not cancer.
If it was cancer, she would have to be put down. The growth had already weakened the L4 and L5 bones. This seemed so technical....
During an ice storm, I fell outside and she came to my side and stood beside me and allowed me to use her to help myself up. Then she walked me to the house. When I would cut myself she would lick my wound. If my wrist hurt, she would somehow 'know' and lick it. She and I had a connection that I have never had with any animal. Katie.... We communicated at some level. I could understand her different barks and whines. Once sh! E had a panic bark and I found her with a curtain cord around her neck. I unwrapped it, else she would have died. She is a grateful dog. She loves to go to garage sales. She would peek on the tables and pick out a stuffed bear and carry it in her mouth and I would pay for it. She never tears them up. We would play catch with it and later she would toss it in the air and she would play by herself. Katie...
Wednesday they said they would phone me so I could be there if they had to put her down. I wanted to hold her. The growth now was the size of a softball. I was warned not to get my hopes up. The previous Sunday I took my dogs to a professional photographer in case something happened. I wanted memories.... Katie...
The call came...four pm.
They had never seen anything like it. The growth was gone! Katie had removed the growth herself. Yes, there was a lot of blood and poison, but she appeared to be fine. She could come home the next day after they cleaned up and bandaged the wound.
When I arrived home from work the next day, Katie met me at the door. She hugged me with her neck. Her eyes glowed. She lived! A miracle had happened. I had prayed every day for Mercy, for Grace.
Thank you Lord.
B. J. Cassady