I know I said the chapter on the poor chained dog was complete, but this week I received wonderful news from the caring neighbor who sought a perfect place for him and participated in his rescue. Without her involvement and follow-through, the story could have had such a sad ending.
This young woman showed so much compassion for this animal, who has gone from the ridiculous name “Goose,” to Moose (my name for him, for who could name such a magnificent dog Goose), to Kima and now his forever name Gunner.
Gunner has been trained and placed with a wounded warrior named Jason. My neighbor attended Gunner and Jason’s graduation and had the opportunity to give Gunner some loving pets before he departed with Jason at his side.
Jason, a U.S. Marine, was recently wounded in combat fire where he lost toes and has had reconstructive surgery on his foot. In addition to his physical wounds, Jason has been diagnosed with PTSD.
Gunner will forever be next to Jason. He will never leave his side. When he showers he’ll be laying outside the shower. When he goes to the grocery store Gunner will be right next to his side.
If Jason’s PTSD flares up Gunner will warn him to snap out of it by patting him with his paw, licking him, or barking. Gunnar has saved Jason and Jason has saved Gunner.
Could any tale of an abused dog have a happier ending?