A few years ago I told a tale entitled “answer to a prayer.” I had found myself overwhelmed with cases, strapped for money and concerned as to some of the outcomes.  I made my way to St. John’s to pray for some help and guidance.  In my frustration I got  little testy with the Lord (not a wise thing to do) “You promised me help if I took on this mission, where is it?”  The second I stepped out of the church I heard the squealing of tires and there against the curb was a frightened little puppy. I rushed to pick her up, she was not struck, and began going house to house hoping to find an owner, to no avail.  I remember sitting in my car just laughing as I drove her to the shelter, “I guess this is the answer to my prayer.”
Lately I’ve gone through another of those stages where I just feel weary with it all. The old bones are aching and I felt I was running out of options. I’ve learned that the way out is to just pray and push on and eventually the path becomes clear. The incredible support I receive from our local veterinarians are often the answer to my prayers.
I received a call from Eva, a student, who owns Charlie, a 9-year-old Dachshund. Charlie had three tumors that were causing him problems, one on his chest, one on his side and a third between his toes. Her vet told her the operation would be $400 and she didn’t have the money for it.