Okay here it is! This is the amazing story, the miracle story that has changed my life. After reading this story, you will never see the name Guiney, and not think of this. Here it is:
It was New Year’s Eve, 2012. My sister and I had gotten done with dog chores early enough to go sledding in the snow. “Please?” I begged my sister. “I want to go sledding with you on the hill torcher!” My other sister walked up. “Ya, that would be fun! Please?!” she said. “Fine!” my oldest sister said. “YES!” I and my sister yelled. “Hey, we could let Guiney out, to play with, too, since the chickens are in their pens!” My sister, (not the oldest) said, running to the gate of her Aussie’s pen. Guiney was running about in the yard and we were sledding down the hill, having a blast. Guiney whizzed by us and headed toward the grain bin. “Guiney! Come here, girl!” my sister yelled, trying to get her dog to come. But Guiney, wandered further and further away from us, and toward the trap, meant for the creature that had been killing our chicks at the time. The bait drew Guiney closer and closer in, and as she stuck her head in, it snapped around her neck. Me and my sister were at the bottom of the huge hill, screaming for mom and dad. Okay, there’s something you need to know. There is a rule in our family, that you only scream when it’s an EMERGENCY! Not just when you’re playing, like other kids we knew. Okay, back to the story. We were in our coats and coveralls and running was very slow. I and my sister screamed at the top of our lungs for daddy, but they were up at the barn, that was at the top of the hill. They of course had their hoods pulled up and couldn’t hear us very well. My mom thought we were probably playing, but dad knew it was worse. I ran up the hill and yelled, ““Guiney’s head is caught in a trap, she’s going to die, come quick!” My daddy ran down the hill, later we measured his foot prints in the snow and they were all at least 8 feet apart! I sobbed in my mom’s arms and we cried together, I was 8 at the time. Our old horse, Huddy was done eating her grain, and I led her to her pen. As I shut the gate, I leaned on it, feeling as if it was the only thing that would hold me up. “God, please don’t take Guiney, she’s part of the family! I love her…but I know that you love her too, so God, let your will be done, Amen.” I was sobbing at the thought that we might have to have our wonderful New Year’s Eve desserts and movies that night with the thought that our wonderful dog, was never to be seen again. That THIS was how the year would end, with Guiney DYING??? How could THIS be God’s will? I walked sadly to the house knowing that she was most likely already gone. I walked in the house and started taking off my snow gear. When I heard a muffled yell outside…but it wasn’t a sad one. I stepped out the door and looked at mommy, who had called to me. “Guiney’s alive!” she said! “What?” I asked, “Guiney is alive!” She repeated. I looked down the hill and to my great surprise, There down on the hill, wobbled Guiney, the miracle doggie! I don’t think I had ever been so happy to see that fluffy girl. No blood, no scratch, no anything, except for our happiness surrounding that lucky Aussie! No, it was more than luck, much more than luck. It was a Miracle. We later figured out the rest of the story. My oldest sister had gone to Guiney, after her head was in the trap. Guiney had died in her lap. My dad had rushed down and pulled trap off of her neck, which wasn’t supposed to be impossible to do. If she had been alive, she would have most likely moved then. She didn’t. There were all of the signs to show that she was definitely dead, but I won’t go into detail. But my dad wasn’t going to give up that easily! He decided to breathe into her nose and work on her heart. Minutes crept by. He kept breathing for her, but her eyes were rolled back, and she should have gulped in air the minute he’d gotten the trap off. He sat her up against his chest and moved her around, hoping to stimulate things. My sisters were standing a little ways away, praying, hoping against hope, and hearing daddy pray out loud in between breathing for Guiney. He was about to call it quits, when Guiney’s eyes moved slightly.
My sisters listened to him pray. Then he got silent, and they knew that it was over. Then they heard him… “Thank you God! Thank you!” What? They wondered. Could it be? Yes, it was DEFINITELY a Miracle. Guiney is still with us to this day. All that has changed about her is that she comes when you call her a little better! 😉 She’d had pups before that happened, so after she died and came back to life, we would say that the pups that she had had before she died, were older than her! 😀 She is a wonderful dog. I’m soooooo glad that God didn’t let our darling Guiney die. Tomorrow that will be……3 years ago…wow, that was a long time ago! 😀 Here are some pics! What did you think of that? I hope you liked my story! Yes, that is all true, but it was a long time ago, so I’m sure it wasn’t word for word! Did you ever have a story like that? Share it with me in the comments below! 😀 And yes, she is my sister’s dog!
She’s soooooo cute! 😀
This is her as a little puppy
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