....to everyone who has expressed their gratitude that she is home safe with me and Tarah now. She's a little bruised, her voice is weak for barking, and her spirit is a little sad, but she survived her ordeal in the desert and is back home, brother dog Brindle keeping vigil over her. He realizes she isn't up for playing right now (he's a 100 lb., 3-year-old, brindled mastiff/shepard and still acts like a puppy lap dog) -and he's on the mellow, too.
I say thank you....
to the police for their patience with me in filing their report on Shasta....to Dr. Murphy and his wife, of la Quinta, who took such good care of my dear dog before I located her.....to the several people who called this past week trying to help me find her - who'd seen my poster on my mailbox (I live on a busy street); to Coachella Valley Animal Shelter in Thousand Palms for keeping up their terrific lost and found website; to all the good vibes and good spirits in and surrounding our planet, giving this story a happy ending. Shasta, the healing dog - her spiritual name is "Shanti," which means peace. She's healed me so many times in my life when I've felt and been alone. She kept me going a few years ago when I got really heat exhausted on a long hike out of Horsethief Creek, near Pinyon/Santa Rosa Mountains, and had to gather the courage, in my panic, fear and nausea, to hike up that last, steep hill to the car. She provided Tarah a loving and patient companion whilst T was growing up - even enduring being dressed up in teenybopper clothes! She's a very special dog, and deserves the best.
with love....from me and Shasta
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