"Twelve years ago, when my family abandoned me, when I was desperately trying to hold on to a job, to my life-- more depressed than anyone could ever imagine and pleading
for the pain to stop---I surrendered all.
I was driving home from working in Pine Bluff and, instead of taking the busy interstate (my usual
route to Little Rock), I found myself driving on the old LR/PB highway. An older car with dark windows insisted on riding my bumper and soon, my irritation turned to panic. I made the decision to turn off the highway at the next driveway or intersection. It’s
difficult to explain how, in those few seconds, I felt directed by a higher power.
After driving another five miles, I saw a gravel
driveway leading into an abandoned church parking lot and turned immediately. On the right side of the driveway, almost hidden among thick, tall weeds, was a large puppy, completely wrapped in wire. I parked the car then walked over to look at the animal’s
situation. The brindle-colored dog was very thin, covered with flies, fresh blood and large ticks. One ear was barely attached, as if it had been intentionally cut; the dog's breathing seemed a struggle in the 100 degree heat. There was no way to tell how
long the dog had been there but he was in a crouched position, unable to sit, lie down, or stand because of the wire’s sharp barbs. The dog appeared dehydrated, starving, and needed help.
I found an old store nearby, bought wire cutters and heavy gloves, then hurried back to free my trapped friend. I'd never used wire cutters and It wasn’t easy; I didn’t know how the dog would react once I freed
him. But, I wasn’t alone. The power who directed me to this spot also--guided my hands--as he guided my heart.
After almost one thousand dollars in complicated
surgeries, shots, even blood transfusions, Cubby Bear became my new and forever, best friend. When I rescued Cubby, he weighed forty pounds and the vets estimated he was about 9 months old. Today, Cubby weighs more than one hundred and fifteen pounds. He is
brilliant, has a wonderful personality, and loves my cats. Best of all, Cubby loves me.
Driving on the old PB/LR highway that August day in 2011, heartbroken and
planning to end my life, I found Cubby Bear. In truth, Cubby Bear found me."