Even the dogs that may not have much time left should have a loving home. Even though younger puppies frequently take precedence over older dogs, older dogs should have a permanent home to live out their days.
However, one woman has dedicated her life to providing these elderly shelter dogs with a loving final home, converting her house into a sanctuary that is currently home to 80 senior animals.
The 44-year-old Valerie Reid of Hermitage, Missouri, was motivated to care for elderly dogs after a life event made her aware of the challenges that animals encounter as they age.
As her father battled cancer, SWNS reported that she found it difficult to find a place for her dad’s elderly Doberman. She discovered that no other rescue would take her and that she was already over the city’s pet limit, so she was unable to adopt the dog.
Because of her age, no rescue would take her home, Valerie said, “We looked everywhere for any rescue that would help.”
At last, she managed to find the Doberman a foster home on a farm that took special care of elderly dogs. The dog had a happy ending and lived in peace for an additional year and a half in their care; Valerie found inspiration from the experience that opened her eyes.
She told SWNS, “It got me thinking about what happens to senior dogs who were once beloved pets.” “I became aware of how many dogs there were in need of assistance… It is a genuinely overlooked area in the rescue industry.
Thus, in 2017, Whispering Willows elderly Dog Sanctuary—a non-profit sanctuary for elderly dogs—was established by Valerie and her spouse, Josh. They purchased a 3,000 square foot house near Hermitage, which provided ample space for dozens of canines to pass away peacefully and comfortably.
Dogs older than 12 are accepted. She said to Ozarks First, “Sometimes special needs, sometimes hospice.” “On sometimes, all they come to us for is a place to lay their head and die.”
She clarified that a large number of the dogs had histories of cruelty and neglect, citing the discovery of Peanut, a dog, chained up amid a scorching heat wave.
She said to KY3, “When they come in, they’re very broken-hearted, emotionally or physically.”
Valerie, however, states that her intention is to provide them with a sense of normalcy and trust, as well as a secure permanent residence in which to live out their last days.
“They stay once they arrive. They’re not required to go. Since this is their permanent home, they won’t experience any more stress or loss.
“They know they’re safe when they arrive.”
Over the years, the rescue has expanded significantly; according to SWNS, the hospice currently houses 80 dogs at a time and employs 17 full-time staff members to care for the dogs.
“The sanctuary really grew and expanded beyond my wildest expectations. I adore having so many tiny hearts that reciprocate our love.
According to Valerie, over the years, they have taken care of 790 pets. Because of their advanced age, the dogs frequently die—roughly five of them perish each week, while the same number are adopted.
Valerie takes delight in providing these creatures with a nice environment to pass away, even if her profession can be depressing at times.
“Our goal is to assist individuals in getting ready for their final moments; none of us can predict the future,” she stated to SWNS. We get to bid our seniors farewell in style and with affection. While loving and caring for children is an honor, it hurts nonetheless.
I Burned My Face in a Fire and My Husband Dumped Me – Years Later, I Accidentally Ran into Him & He Was Shocked
I thought my husband and I were going to be together forever, but when the fire happened, I changed physically while he changed his mind. My husband ended up leaving me because of how I looked, but in the end, I got the last laugh.
It was a chilly fall evening when the fire started. I still remember the sharp scent of wood smoke hanging in the air, mingling with the distant laughter of children playing on the street before the fire caught up with me, forever changing my life.
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The house we were renting had an old, unreliable furnace. I told Evan we should have it checked, but like so many things, he brushed off my concerns. He always did that; dismissed my worries as if they were nothing.
But I guess that’s what happens when you’re married to someone studying to become a doctor. Evan always thought he knew better. That night, eight years ago, I lit a few candles in the living room.
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The power was flickering on and off, and I wanted to make the place feel cozy and warm, like a home. The wind rattled the windows, but I didn’t think much of it. I had a mug of tea in my hands, and I was reading a book, lost in another world.
Then I smelled it; something acrid, burning. Before I knew it, the fire from the furnace was spreading fast, climbing up the walls like a living thing, eating everything in its path! I jumped to my feet, knocking over the candles in the process, causing the flames to grow even fiercer!
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My heart pounded in my chest as panic set in! I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the fire extinguisher, but by then, it was too late! The fire had consumed half the living room! I screamed for Evan, who was upstairs studying!
His footsteps thundered down the stairs. When he saw the fire, his eyes went wide, and for the first time, I saw real fear on his face! He wasn’t the cool, collected medical student anymore but just a man, terrified of losing everything.
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“Get out!” he shouted, but I was frozen, my hands shaking as I fumbled with the extinguisher.
I didn’t even see it coming, the beam from the ceiling that crashed down, pinning me to the ground. The heat was unbearable, and I could feel my face blistering from the intensity of the flames!
My husband pulled me out just in time, dragging me across the floor and out into the yard. I was in shock, barely able to comprehend what had just happened. I could hear the distant wail of sirens, but all I could focus on was the pain, the excruciating, searing pain that tore through my body.
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I was rushed to the hospital, but I barely remember the ride. The next few days passed in a haze of surgeries and painkillers. When I finally woke up, I was wrapped in bandages, my entire face covered. Evan sat beside me, his face pale and hands trembling as he held mine.
He looked at me, and I could see the fear in his eyes.
“I… I don’t know how to…” he stammered, looking horrified when the doctors removed my bandages to check on my healing.
I wanted to comfort him, to tell him it would be okay, but I didn’t have the strength.
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I could feel the distance between us growing in that hospital room, like a chasm neither of us knew how to cross. When I was eventually discharged, he hired a nurse to look after me at our house while renovations were underway.
Evan was distant when I arrived, having survived the fire but with severe burns on my face, arms, chest, and shoulders. Despite the tension between us, I was happy he was still around and looked forward to us working together on my recuperation.
But I didn’t expect what he did next.
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The following day, Evan woke up early, packed all his things, and sent me a brief message that read, “I can’t be with someone like THIS.”
Evan, the man I loved, the man I married, couldn’t handle what happened to me. He couldn’t bear to look at me, to be with me now that I was scarred. I initially believed his rejection would be the end of me, but I surprisingly managed to pull myself together.
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For weeks, I followed my doctor’s recommendations, enduring many surgeries, each one more painful than the last. I even underwent therapy. It was hard to recover from both the physical and emotional wounds.
The doctors did everything they could to save my face, but I knew I would never look the same again. The woman I saw in the mirror was a stranger, someone I didn’t recognize.
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Despite undergoing both physical and emotional therapy, nothing prepared me for the day I had to return to a world where everyone would see the scars. A world where people would look at me with pity or disgust.
I had to learn how to be strong again and to rebuild my life without Evan.
That’s when I met Jim…
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He wasn’t like Evan. Jim was calm, steady, and kind in a way that felt genuine, not forced. We met at a support group for burn survivors, and though I was hesitant at first, we connected over my experiences and his knowledge.
He had seen trauma and worked with patients who had faced similar hardships and never once flinched when he looked at me. As a doctor, Jim had access to some of the best teams of specialists in reconstructive surgery, and he made it his mission to help me regain my confidence.
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It wasn’t about making me look like I used to; it was about helping me feel like myself again. We fell in love slowly, with Jim loving me for who I am. He supported me through every step of my recovery, and the success of the surgeons was beyond what I’d hoped for.
He always told me I was beautiful, even when I couldn’t see it. It wasn’t just words with him; he meant it. For the first time in years, I felt like I could truly be myself! Long story short, we ended up getting married, and I was the happiest I’d ever been!
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Fast forward to last Saturday, the night Jim was celebrating his promotion. We were at a fancy restaurant, surrounded by his colleagues whom we invited. I felt a little out of place, but my husband was so proud to have me there by his side.
The night was going perfectly until I saw him…Evan.
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He was standing across the room, talking to one of Jim’s co-workers. I felt the air leave my lungs. For a moment, I wasn’t the strong, confident woman I had become. I was that terrified girl staring at a message that shattered my heart.
Suddenly, he walked over with a wide smile, congratulating Jim on his promotion. But then, something had changed.
“You’re lucky,” Evan said, looking me up and down, flirting mildly. “You’ve got a beautiful wife.”
I smiled, though my heart was pounding in my chest. “I bet he is.”
It dawned on me… Evan didn’t recognize me.
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I had prepared a speech for my husband that night, a little tribute to everything he had done for me. But as I stood there, microphone in hand, looking at Evan, I decided to change things up a bit as I noticed an opportunity.
I realized I had to let him know who I was, so I held the microphone tight and set things straight. I started talking about my journey, from the fire to the surgeries, and how I had been abandoned by my ex-husband when I needed someone the most.
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I glanced over at Evan as I spoke about my ex, and his face paled as he realized who I was.
“I was lucky not to have to get here alone,” I said, my voice steady. “There was a time when I didn’t believe in myself, when I didn’t think I could ever move forward. But I found someone who saw me for who I am, not for how I look.”
As the slideshow played, showing photos of my scars and the aftermath of the fire, Evan stood frozen. He looked like he wanted to disappear before he rushed outside, clearly shaken by my revelation.
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Without saying his name, I had allowed the audience to piece together what had happened. Jim had no idea about my past with Evan, but when I told him later that night, he was furious. He wanted to confront my ex right then and there, but I stopped him.
“It’s not worth it,” I said. “He’s already living with the consequences of his choices.”
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Over the next few months, my husband started paying more attention to Evan’s work and noticed how poorly he treated his patients. Evan’s behavior gave Jim the opportunity to make some changes at work, and due to his bad performance at work, Evan was let go.
“It’s satisfying to see that my past, painful as it was, ultimately led me to where I needed to be,” I told my husband one night as he held my hand in bed. In the end, life has a way of bringing things full circle.
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Evan’s ex wasn’t the only woman who got her sweet revenge after her husband decided to divorce her with no solid grounds. In the following story, Mike’s wife was ready when he tried to blindside her with a divorce. In fact, he ended up calling her, begging for assistance after she moved out.
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