For his whole story, please see http://tinyurl.com/2wqfqc. For those who are not squeamish and want to see it all please see http://tinyurl.com/38n4lm. But be forewarned, this is beyond what most will be able to see without having a very strong reaction.
Several months ago, I received a request for a Miracle update, and finally his forever family sent this heartwarming report:
This is written for those who cared for Miracle before we knew him, who love him, and who made his entry into our lives possible… Miracle is our middle Cairn child of three we currently are blessed to have with us. He lives with Rion, a darker Cairn who loves to patrol our back yard, and Khaki , another rescued girl who has a dear heart. The three of them have formed a sort of pack and we sometimes joke that we don’t have three dogs but maybe one with 12 legs.
Rion and Miracle like to rough house together, pouncing on one another. Khaki (also a CP kid) plays big sister referee, barking at them to cut it out after they go on more than a few minutes. The two boys listen to her and knock it off after she sounds the alert.
We call Miracle by two nicknames; one is the Love Sponge. If you sit down, it is usually within 30-60 seconds that Miracle is up by your side ready for some love. He will stay near you to receive all the love you want to give. In the mornings, he wakes up with his tail thumping on the bed, nothing else moving. You must rub his tummy a few times before he will move and get up for the day, kind of like jump starting a car. Or at least he has trained us for this routine. He has also figured out how to get within range of petting by jumping up on the back of chairs and sofas as you pass by so that he is within convenient arm’s reach for ear rubs and back strokes.
The other nickname we have for Miracle is the Bunny Rabbit with Teeth. He loves to lie on his back and play with you. All you see is a bundle of white fur, black paw pads, a pink tongue and little white teeth. He snorts and wiggles as you play. He thinks this is wonderful fun. He also loves to 'kill' the blanket that came with him in his kennel. For some reason this blanket just never dies. Miracle will spontaneously drag the blanket from his bed out into the hall, then growl, snort and shake it from side to side as he kills it. We’ll put the blanket back into a dog bed, where it lies dead for awhile, then mysteriously comes to life again and must be killed anew.Personally, the biggest impact Miracle has had is his tremendous journey physically. To see such a little guy go through so much and to come out on the other side with such joy for life is amazing indeed. This is an incredible reminder for me as I have struggled this year with many physical issues. His attitude has been a good reminder about how to approach such challenges. Anyway, that is a little peek into life with Miracle. We are very grateful for all of the love, care and funds that it took to bring this little bundle of pure Cairn into our lives. We have been richly blessed.
From Miracle's Foster Mom Deirdre:
When I first met Miracle, he had more scar tissue than hair. I was supposed to only have him for a day or two and then move him on to Valerie in Wisc. Well, I kind of dognapped him. I called Mo and Valerie and pleaded and whined about how I didn't have a foster and how Valerie had lots of stuff to do ... and Miracle kind of stayed with us.
Mo called. "You know," she said, "he isn't out of the woods yet. We could still lose him. And even if he makes it, he could lose his leg. Are you sure you're up for that?" I looked at his poor broken body as he lay napping on his pillow in the X-pen we had set up near my desk. "Well," I said, "I won't be happy about it, but I can handle it."
Once Mo hung up I went over to Miracle. "You know, buddy boy," I said to him as I gently scritched his good ear. "Auntie Mo doesn't know about our secret weapon. Baylee's going to look after you just fine." And she did. I don't know how Baylee knew that Miracle was ill. Maybe it was his scent, or maybe she could tell by his limp. But she lay next to his x-pen, sat next to him in the yard, and walked next to him when he went out to do business. As he got got better, she backed off. When he was well enough to play rough and tumble and to "kill" the toys, it was Tia he played with. But Baylee was always there, watching. And if the play got too rough, she just gave her one deep "Woof," and things calmed right down. Lynda has done an outstanding job telling Miracle's story in pictures. But when you look at many of those pictures you will see Baylee -- right there next to him.
Lisa is his Angel. She brought him into rescue. But it was Baylee who looked after him and nursed him back to mischief.
Here is the link to the You Tube video:http://youtube.com/watch?v=VzRwhNYe_IU
Here is the link to the blog series Lynda did:http://cairnrescue.blogspot.com/search?q=Do+You+Remember+Miracle
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