My name is Sande, and this is the story of how a simply wonderful dog, named Clancey came into my life and consequently, the life of my friend, Carol and her husband, Gary. I am forever grateful that I was so fortunate to have such an inspiring, hopeful and loving experience here on this Earth, and in being a part of saving the life of such a beautiful and worthy, canine Soul!
It was winter of 2004 and for a couple of months I had been helping a homeless man and his dog with some money, some warm clothes, blankets and food... They were living under a highway overpass bridge in a very rundown and poor part of town (Dallas).
One day, in mid-November, on my way home from work, I made my usual stop, to talk to the man and drop off more food for him and his dog. It was a particularly raw, gray and cold winter afternoon, and in the fading light he pointed out an almost indiscernible form in the near distance, moving slowly along side the road towards a small, dingy quick stop grocery store. You could feel the ground shaking and vibrating from the huge, noisy tanker trucks rumbling by and kicking up dust near the industrial intersection.
The man was pointing towards this slow moving form, but at first I didn’t see anything in the dusky gray light… Soon, however, I could vaguely make out, what appeared to be a fairly large, light colored dog. The dog seemed almost invisible; blending in with the fast, fading, gray light of day and the cold dusty clay colored streets and with head hung low, he was making his way, slowly along the edge of the street; it seemed with no real purpose. This was Clancey.
The homeless man told me that this dog was starving and also seriously injured. In fact he’d seen that the dog had a big, gaping hole in his nose! I went on home that evening, not being able to get the fuzzy, melancholy and surreal picture of this poor dog out of my mind! In fact, I determined that if I got the chance, I would try to save this dog.
The next day, on my way to work, I stopped by and asked the homeless man if he could get the dog. He said, he had a rope and thought that he could get him when he came by for some food and to visit with he and his dog, as he often did. The dog was wary of people, but somehow knew that the homeless man and his dog were no threat.
So, as I left work (a bit early that day), my thoughts were with this poor, emaciated and injured dog, who I never really got a good look at, and wondering if I could help him. Could I save him? As my car angled off of the highway and down the hill of the exit ramp, I could see the homeless man and there he was… with two dogs; his dog and also, there at the end of the tattered and fraying rope, the dog who was later to be named, Clancey.
I got out of the car and was horrified and appalled to see the extent of this poor dog’s injuries! How could this dog even be alive, I wondered? You could see his ribs and the gaping hole in his face, was so startling, I could hardly believe my eyes. I took a few quick photos of his awful condition and then we opened my car door to the back seat and hoisted, a weakened Clancey inside on the blanket I’d placed there on the seat for him... and then we were off to my vet’s office as fast and safely as I could drive us there. I had precious cargo, indeed. As I looked in the rear view mirror, I sensed a relief in this sweet dog, so near death. He seemed to be content in the warm car. I told him, “You’re going to be ok. You’re safe now.” I like to think he understood me.
Once at the vet’s office, Clancey followed me dutifully (and I think, thankfully) into the warmth of the waiting room. We were soon in an exam room and as we waited for the doctor to come in, I looked down at his sweet and trusting, but bewildered face, wondering how anyone could pass by this dog and not help him. Too, I wondered what Clancey was thinking.
When the vet came in I told him I wanted to do all I could to help this poor dog. All his vaccinations, tests and an operation to close up the hole in his nose were planned. I told the vet he should have “everything he needs” to get well again. Clancey was to be boarded for about a week after his operation. His stay at the vets was about two weeks, total.
That was, two weeks out of the cold and off of the mean streets… now receiving medical care, regular meals and a soft blanket to lay on…. now protected from the hard and cold world that he’d so recently come from. Clancey was no longer abandoned, no longer alone and no longer on his own. Now, someone cared. Finally, someone came to help him.
Meantime, fate put me in touch with Carol, a wonderful, compassionate doggie advocate and pure angel (and unbeknownst to any of us at the time…his future mom!). Carol was co-director of Tassie’s Hope Animal Rescue (http://www.tassieshope.org/), and although she had many other foster dogs at her home, she kindly agreed to foster Clancey, too. This was “a real God-send”, since being at my limit with dogs at my house; I didn’t know where I could keep Clancey so he could recuperate! This was another piece of the Divine puzzle.
Turns out, that as time went on, and now after four years, this wonderful dog, Clancey has become a much loved and integral part of Carol and her husband Gary’s life and family. This sweet dog, Clancey who had, literally, no hope and no one in life, finally did receive the miracle that I prayed for him: a committed, responsible and loving forever home! I’m sure Clancey would not have lasted one more day on the cold and lonely streets; he was in such bad shape. But that cold, gray November day, a miracle did happen. I had the privilege and honor to save a precious, wonderful dog’s life… It was one of the most important and meaningful experiences of my life. I feel like I was the lucky one!
Clancey is a part of us, now and always will be – he’s a very special dog ---an unlikely hero in our hearts. What a privilege to have this wonderful dog in our lives!
And that is how Clancey came into my life and the life of his mom, Carol and his dad, Gary… both of whom just adore him.