It was a busy Monday at the office.  I was rushing around trying to get everything accomplished on my “to-do-list” when very unexpectedly my life changed.  I was informed that my baby, a little Silky Terrier I rescued from a shelter in 2002 had been killed.  Needless to say, I was devastated.

The next day, my daughter called all the local shelters and checked petfinder.com to see if there were any little Silky Terriers listed for adoption.  In her very wise way of thinking, she knew I needed another baby in my life to take care of and love.  She found a small female at a shelter in Winfield, Kansas.  My husband left that day immediately after lunch and made the 3 hour drive to Winfield.

This little Silky was surrendered to the shelter by a breeder.  Her fur was so matted that they had to completely shave her; she was literally bald.  She was extremely timid, way too thin, had a runny nose, and was in desperate need of dental work.  After seeing her, he just could not leave her there.  In his native Texas way, my husband told the lady at the desk to “sack her up – she was coming home with him".  She would not come to us at first … she was extremely unsocialized.  But we talked to her, held her, and did everything we knew to do (as humans) to make her feel safe and secure.  We tossed names around for couple of days and then decided on Samantha.

I had to leave the following Sunday for a meeting at our corporate office in Dallas.  My presentation that week was over a section I created on our website titled “Pet Talk”.  It was so soon after losing my Liza Jane, I was not looking forward to giving the presentation at all, but I managed.  We left the conference on Tuesday and the entire trip home, I fretted about having to go into my house … I was missing my lost companion.  My mind would drift to the new Little Sam once in a while, but she was still so new; so timid, and the bond had not had time to grow … that soon changed.

With tears in my eyes, I unlocked the front door, turned the knob, and pushed it open.  Little Sam peeked around the corner, and with a little wiggle of the tail, she started to come toward me.  I knelt down and spoke softly to her.  She continued to come toward me, slowly but surely.  When she got closed enough for me to touch, I took her in my arms and a smile came to my heart and on my face.  Through tears, I knew at that very second that she and I both were going to be ok.

Needless to say, even though it has only been 2 1/2 months, we are inseparable.  I am continuing to earn her trust, and she is continuing to make my love for her grow.  In my opinion, God did not bring me to Sam … he brought Sam to me.  She is truly a blessing in our home.