My beautiful daughter in 2012 was married to a man that had deep anger issues from childhood and when mixed with alcohol he would become a ticking almost deadly timebomb.
The bomb went off one night and her son was severely beaten and both of them were held at gunpoint while screaming on the phone for 911 to please send help.
They ended up crawling out of the house backwards pleading for God to help them. Her son was begging him not to shoot his mother as he pulled back the glock of the loaded gun and held it at my grandsons head at point blank range. They both went by ambulance to the hospital. The physical recovery would take time, however, the mental would take much longer in the days ahead.
Although my daughter never went back to this man the truama known as PTSD that my daughter and her son experienced would terrify them for years to come. Holly was afraid to go to sleep, turn the lights out, walk around a corner and God forbid anyone come up from behind and say something or spook her. To this day we have to announce ourselves when we enter her home to not scare her.
Oneday her son suggested she get a dog that could guard her and help her feel protected since she lived alone. She finally agreed and two plane flights later her Service Dog, Selah, arrived into Denver International Airport. What a love story it would become. Selah, became a trained Service Dog that not only does a fantastic job of seeing my daughter feels safe and secure but has become the greatest companion and loyal friend to her.
She has even taken Selah with her to work in a foreign country for 3 years that was not always safe and Selah did an amazing job of protecting her and helping her not only heal but have a friend that LOVES UNCONDITIONALLY.
I am grateful for these PET ANGELS. They are so much more to us than we will ever know this side of eternity.