I had started writing this 5 days ago and couldn’t bring myself to finish it. Hopefully, I can tonight. It starts out “two weeks ago” because that’s when I started writing it originally, so I will leave it in its original timing. It may not flow as smoothly as others I have written, but due to the chaos of the moment ~ it’s real.
Two weeks ago, I was sitting out on the back porch with Nacho and Scooch, our Chihuahuas, enjoying the weather and some coffee. Little did I know it would be the last time I would cuddle with them, the last time I enjoyed sitting on the recliner on the porch, the last time…
I went inside about 6:35 p.m. (Monday, October 24th) waiting for some dear friends to drop me off a plate to eat. I was lying on the couch and heard the Chihuahuas on the porch but didn’t think much of it. It sounded like they were possibly going to start singing. Little did I know they were calling for help. About five minutes later, I heard a big BOOM sound followed by a second one. I got off the couch and walked to my office only to see the back porch in flames. I ran to the door and opened it, only to realize it was totally engulfed with flames and the roof was beginning to fall in piece by piece. Momentarily, I stood, unable to move, as I looked at the recliners, where I last saw the Chihuahuas, burning at a pace one could never imagine. I was looking where our babies lost their lives minutes earlier.
At that point, I knew that I had to do everything I could. I called 9-1-1, and neighbors were already outside calling as well. The fire was spreading quickly and time was running out. Against my neighbor’s wishes, I ran back in to get our German Shepherds, Diamond and Zeus. I brought them through the garages to the front doors because people were already out there and could help get them. Diamond and I made it out the door with Zeus right with us. Once we got out, I realized Zeus didn’t come. He had stayed in to try to save the Chihuahuas and make sure no one else was in the house.
I was outside on the lawn bawling. My son ran to the house once someone got him and he told me there was too much smoke; he couldn’t go in. I had already lost my fur babies and couldn’t stand to lose Zeus. I called his breeder, who immediately got prayers from all over with social media. About 20 minutes later, a volunteer firefighter walked out with Zeus in his arms. He didn’t get burned but inhaled a lot of smoke. They immediately started oxygen treatments.
As I sat on the lawn, I couldn’t stop crying over the loss and kept screaming to get Zeus and my Daddy’s flag. So much hurt and pain traveling through every fiber of my being. I was covered in soot from going back in, coughing and having a hard time breathing. My husband got there as soon as possible. Our home, our memories, our fur babies…it was all gone within minutes. Yes, we were alive, but stood there watching our life as we knew it burn to ashes.
As soon as Zeus was conscious, we rushed him to the emergency animal hospital where he spent 4 days with oxygen treatment, x-rays, etc. to make sure he was ok. God blessed us with such a wonderful vet who told us, “No charge.”
It took about a week and a half, a lot of tears and prayers for the nightmares to go away. Every time I tried to sleep, I could still hear Scooch and Nacho barking, smell the smoke, see the flames that took their lives, and hear the roof caving in behind me as I ran…over and over again.
Even though life does go on and we all have our memories, there’s always that part that wishes you could have just one more day. To cuddle more, to love more, to say things left unsaid, to get more hugs and kisses…
Amongst the grief and pain, not to mention tears, lies hope and faith for tomorrow ~ for what God has planned for our lives. The sadness is normal, as is the grieving, but all our days must be lived in faith ~ faith that God’s got this. Turning over the pain and grief into His hands one day at a time.
So, if you’re finding yourself too busy to spend time with your fur babies, your children, your spouse, family, etc., slow down a little bit. They need your love and attention.
You never know when that kiss and hug will be…the last time.
This is DeVaughn ~ bringing it home.
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