When do we usually Ask for Help?
We ask for help when we have exhausted our own resources usually, but we could all benefit from learning how to ask for help earlier, before we have bashed our heads against the wall for too long.
My reason for writing this is to share an amazing story that happened to me this weekend. After driving back to Palo Alto where I lived for forty years to stay overnight with a good friend, I let me elderly dog out and then gathered up his bowls and bedding to take into her house across the street from where I had parked. Cedric walked away and I thought he was walking over to the house where we have stayed several times in the past and where we had just unpacked a few hours earlier.
When I walked up to the front porch, I didn’t see Cedric. As it was dark and late (almost 10:00) I walked up a few houses on each side to look for him and didn’t see him. Although Cedric has separation issues, he is fourteen years old and deaf so calling him was not an option. He was not visible anywhere. He also is arthritic so walking a long distance seemed out of the question originally, although after an hour, I found myself driving over larger and larger distances and then retracing streets back and around the surrounding blocks.
My deaf, elderly dog, Cedric, is lost and I ask for help:
At one point I went inside and lay down to meditate. As I tried to picture where he might have gone, I prayed and tried to visualize him. Shortly thereafter, I returned to my car and once again drove through and around the blocks surrounding my friend’s home.
I called my daughter who lives two blocks away and asked her to keep an eye out in case he remembered walking from one to the other, but she was still celebrating her husband’s birthday and they were not at home. However, they called the police to alert them to the missing dog who needed a lot of water and medicines. Then she and her husband came home and drove around with me looking up and down the streets. No Cedric. We talked about the fact that he no longer wore an I.D. tag but was chipped, although it had been so long ago that I wasn’t sure that my cell phone was on the chip! And I was two hours from home in Sonoma wine country and couldn’t check an old, outdated answering phone from afar.
The Miracle – “Cookie” is Found
Then the most amazing thing happened! My cell phone rang while I was driving and a little child’s voice said, “We found your dog.” She asked if he could spend the night, but I told her he needed his medicine. She passed the phone on to her mother who told me that they were driving back from the vet where they had taken “Cookie” as her kids had named him and found my phone number. I was so relieved and at that time was just one block from their home where he had lain down in their backyard behind a sofa when he found himself lost. By this time it was midnight, and this wonderful family had taken their four children and gone to the vet immediately to check for a chip. They were home and on the sidewalk waiting and Cedric, “Cookie” was wearing a red satin ribbon for a leash.
I am so grateful, and in the photo above, “Cookie” is sending this family photo cards of himself with his gratitude and mine. We will visit them each time we return to Palo Alto and next time, I will get their names, which I was just too overcome to ask for. They said that the vet visit had been free, even close to midnight.
So, don’t be afraid to ask for help from anyone and everyone. We all like to come to one another’s aid, although my experience went above and beyond anything I could have ever expected. It still feels exactly like the miracle it was.