Martha Beagle

Martha Beagle’s path crossed mine somewhat by accident. The local rescue group had a blind dog that needed a foster home in place to leave the animal shelter. I said I would take her. I filled out the paperwork and was approved as a foster. I named her Martha Beagle (nicknamed Martie). As soon as I saw her – I knew she was not going to be looking for another home. She already had one.
She was a pathetic sight - ribs sticking out; face swollen; underweight. She cringed and tried to blend into the wall when touched. I carried her out into the rain. She leaned against me shivering. I got her settled in blankets next to me. I spoke softly to her all the way home. She fell asleep.
Dutchess – my Tuxedo cat - started nuzzling Martie and “talking” to her. She had already decided the little Beagle needed her, and Dutchess was taking over as her Assistance Cat. Martie got into her bed and Dutchess draped herself across the Beagle so that she would know if Martie stirred. By morning – Dutchess was not talking – she was guiding Martie by gently steering her with her own body. Dutchess already knew what we didn’t – Martie was deaf too.
Martie slowly came out of her shell. Dutchess was always nearby. When I signed her adoption papers – everyone that saw her on the first day was amazed at the transformation. Yes – Dutchess and Martie still sleep together. The scared little Beagle I picked up that first day is long gone. Martha Beagle has taken her place....in her forever home.

Anonymous
Park Hall, MD