Skip to comments.Dog tracks down ailing owner at hospital
Posted on 10/05/2012 6:41:45 AM PDT by Kartographer
Zander, a husky, was so upset when his owner was hospitalized the pooch tracked him down and paid him a visit.
John Dolan was hospitalized with a skin condition last week. His wife says their dog Zander took it hard. She says the dog sulked and even cried.
Then Zander, seemingly decided he had to be by his owner's bedside. Zander broke out of the Bay Shore home and made his way to the Good Samaritan Hospital Medical Center more than 2 miles away.
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Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.
George Graham Vest - c. 1855
What a beautiful dog.
It is truly amazing how cats and dogs can find their way to their owner or to their home in this manner.
It’s “radar love”.
Awkward writing. I had to read the story a couple of times. Still don't know WHEN this happened.
There was a story like this a few years ago where the owner was sent to a nursing home and the dog (a blue heeler, as I remember) scaled a 6 ft. fence at her daughter’s house and made his way to the nursing home (where he’d never been before) and sat under his owner’s window and barked until the staff came out to get him. Eventually they let the dog move into the nursing home with his owner.
Awwwww,... he looks like my dog Zeus.
The article mentions that the Dolan family rescued Zander from the pound and nursed him back to health after starvation. Obvious that this loving dog adores his family.. brings tears to my eyes. Thanks Kartographer for a heart warming post.
Excerpted from a book:
They threw fresh hay for the horses, and took pitchforks to the task of cleaning out the stable. The large man did twice the work of Felix, throwing forks full with ease while humming. The stallion nudged his pockets in search of more carrots.
The horses love you, sir, Felix noted.
Aye, well. We talk about things. We understand each other. The Eternal made all the beasts for man, but just the horse and the dog know it.
Great story, but I a skeptical. I am very familiar with the area, and it seems unlikely that this really happened.
The idea that the dog “followed its owner’s scent”, seems absurd. Did the owner WALK 2 miles to the hospital? If the owner rode in a car, even the finest Bloodhound couldn’t track his scent, much less a Husky.
That said, if the dog rode in the car when the owner was originally taken to the hospital, I could believe that he might have remembered the route. It looks like only one turn is required to get from the house to the hospital and sense of direction is a strength of sled dogs.
A beautiful dog and wonderful companion! More pictures and a video on the website.
Aww. Good boy!
What a beautiful, good boy!
Dogs can be spooky.
I nearly died in a horse accident in 1981 and my Dobermann was the only -honest- witness.
From across the field, he watched from his kennel while the ambulance hauled me away.
My grandmother said he howled, softly and forlornly for the whole 11 days I was in a coma.
[and he never howled before that or after]
She told me she didn’t need anybody to call her and tell I’d woken up because suddenly, he stopped howling, walked from the side of the kennel where he’d witnessed the accident and went to the front of the kennel, which faced our driveway.
She watched him stand there, stock still, nose poked through the wire and wagging his nub for 3 hours.
[I’d woke up, asked for food and was discharged within two hours]
When I got home, he was going berserk with joy and knocked me flat, kissing and licking my face.
They expected me to die in that hospital and truly, I don’t know ‘where I was’ during the coma..I was very close to dead, though.
That dog “knew”.
And the Dobe I have now will wake up and start watching out the window the second I start my journey home from town.
I have a CC camera in the living room that has recorded this endless times and a network camera that I can check on the dogs via iPhone when I’m on longer trips.
Without fail, as soon as I start the return trip, he begins his vigil at the window.
I have no idea how he “knows”.
So it’s just radar love.
It’s just the best way I have to label it.
Amazing to some people...but my personal belief is that they are Led to their owners because of their love and loyalty. Everything that lives has a spirit, and I believe all spirits are open to The Spirit for guidance. But that’s just me. ;o]
Man’s best friend. Beautiful story.
“Everything that lives has a spirit, and I believe all spirits are open to The Spirit for guidance.”
I believe that, too. Sadly, for most humans, as we grow up we’re taught to ignore it. I’m an animal whisperer. I used to get cravings for tuna in the evening when I wasn’t even hungry and I’m not that fond of it anyway. I finally realized it was because of my cat. I cut short an international vacation because I knew something was very wrong. My cat who was boarded with my vet had become very ill and they hadn’t called me. I can hear my dog bark in my head to get me up when I stay in bed too long. He knows he’d be yelled at if he actually did it. So, sometimes being a whisperer is both a blessing and a curse.
I will go to my grave swearing that God Himself has dropped certain dogs into my life exactly when I needed them most, often by nearly impossible sequences of events.
I’m pretty sure He just did it again.
I have been searching for a ‘wife’ for Odin but with extremely specific parameters for the ‘perfect dog’ and against all odds and information to the contrary, recently found the woman who has his daddy *and* a gorgeous female who was ‘due any time’.
Her pups were born on the 24th.
I literally woke up one day with an urgent need to track the woman down *now* and found her within a few days.
He has been *extremely* generous to me.
He knew what I needed and led me to her, just like he did with Odin 3 years ago.
I’m not worthy.
“So, sometimes being a whisperer is both a blessing and a curse.”
Amen to that.
We deem ourselves “not worthy.” If God deemed us unworthy, we would never have the friends, relatives, families and pets that we have (had) over our lives.
We are given what we deserve, and we are not the ones who can say what that is.
I believe animals are in my care, but equally, I am in their care, because that’s the way things work. I’m sure I’m not the only person who has communicated with animals via mental images. It happens when the bond goes both ways. Love it and be grateful that you are LOVED!
Great story! (Thanks, Joe!)
I didn’t know that Huskies could be all white (thinking Sam or Eskie in there, but no) Found this
(I like that they put the no off leash warning up there. That, I *did* know)
@Salamander- Truer words were never spoken. He Does!
@Above My Pay Grade Pups probably use instinct more than their noses. Just like they sense danger, or know when someone they love is coming home, or the dogs that sense seizures or illness. They are truly our greatest earthly Gift.
Dogs *know* stuff we never will.
He sat in the shade by the door for four hours, even fell asleep. He acted just like he was waiting for someone. Our mail room guy was petting him and after 5 minutes of tolerating that, he growled at him like, "Okay, that's enough." Finally, a lady who usually works at our other campus and was here for a meeting walked through that door and he jumped up and went to her like he knew her! We said, "Is that your dog?" She goes, "Of course not!" "We'll, he's obviously been waiting for you because there are three of us here willing to take him home, but he chose you." She ended up taking him with her and was going to have him scanned for a chip to see if be had an owner. It was the strangest thing I've ever seen.
The late Igor and I had a copper-colored Siberian and his eyes were gold. He always smelled like snow, even though we were in CA.
See? I believe all animals know when their potential owner is in the building! LOL!
They’re such beautiful little people. Too smart for their “2 Legs” good. I love all the Nordic breeds, especially. Your boy is in Good Hands until you’re with him again, but it’s awfully hard to miss them.
“To his dog, every man is Napoleon.”
-George Bernard Shaw
“Loyalty, thy name is dog.”
I rescued mine as a puppy when he was 2 mos old from the Western PA Humane Society over on the North Side. He was there with all his brothers and sisters in the one pen in the puppy room they have there.
This tiny little black puppy just ran up to edge of the pen and gave a little squeaky bark and wagged his tail so I had to pick him up. he started licking my face and tried to nip my nose. It was like he picked me. So I told the girl who worked there, “Okay, this is the one, what papers do I have to sign?” Tojo’s been my loyal beat friend ever since. He’ll be 6 on the 24th of this month.
I’ve had dogs all my life, but this one is THE DOG, if you know what I mean.
We were looking for a companion dog for a Cocker we had rescued from an abusive home. I saw an Ad for free dogs in the paper. This woman had about 10 dogs in a double wide trailer and she fed them by throwing the food on the floor. We asked about the ones she had and she told us that sheriff said she had toget rid of all ofthem or they would be confiscated. Whe shoed us this little darling that she claimed was a cocker shitzu mix. She was smallenough to fit in the palm of my hand and promptly fell asleep. We said we would take her and she tol;d us she would be weaned in a couple of weeks I picked up on Martin Luther King Jr. day and had to drive home with her in my coat. She taught our rescue how to play and have fun and was his constant companion until he developed cancer. He was my wife's dog and that little girl has been daddy's little princess since I brought her home.