Déjà vu all over again is what is known as a yogism. It’s one of the famous quirky quotes from an old Hall of Fame catcher who played for the Yankees.

After the hundreds upon hundreds of animals I have dealt with over the years, it is inevitable that certain cases remind me of others in the past. On page 22 of my book “A Voice in the Hills” is a story entitled “A tribute to Rascal.” Rascal was a 10- to 12-year-old Chihuahua that came to the Foothills Shelter that immediately won over everyone’s heart. Though Rascal didn’t show it, other than his stomach being sore to the touch, he was terminally ill. Though we did all that could be done he could not be saved, in the long run and many hearts were broken. I made it clear the joy Rascal brought to all who knew him and was very much loved at the end of his life.

A few months ago a little Chihuahua was found on the side of the road that I named Nomad. Nomad had lost a quarter of her weight and came in at just under three pounds. Besides being malnourished, she was nearly totally blind.

When I first saw her, the thought of this frail little thing, helpless out in the elements, tore me apart. All estimated Nomad to be in her mid to late teens. Some dental work was done and a warm comfortable cage was provided. Nomad went after her food with a passion and began gaining an ounce at a time. Best of all, she absolutely loved attention and would emit a soft murmur of contentment when held or petted. 

When she was strong enough I had her turned over to Verna Wilkins at Forever Dream Sanctuary as it was the perfect place for her. Anytime you saw Verna, you’d see Nomad riding in the pouch Verna wore around her waist. She looked for all the world like a joey (a baby Kangaroo).

Twice Verna brought her to my house for a visit and gave us an update on how well she was doing. Smiles of love were sent their way wherever they went and just the sight of them was infectious.

Last night I received the word that Nomad unexpectedly passed on and I wept. There wasn’t much else we could have done for Nomad and though I’m sad, I take solace in knowing that in the last months of her life she was very much loved and cared for. She did not waste away on the side of the road; this tiny soul managed to fill dozens upon dozens of hearts.

“Dear Lord, I know with You all things are possible, please introduce Nomad to Rascal.” 

I guess I’m a sentimental old fool but the thought of these two brave souls being together warms my heart.

Thanks for listening.