Eleven years ago, when I was 27 years old, I was diagnosed with stage 4 Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. The cancer was everywhere and my chances of survival were not great. With the help of my husband and family, I was able to make it through eight grueling rounds of chemo and radiation and went into remission.
One morning, after my husband left for work, I found myself on my computer doing a google search for rescue dogs in Los Angeles. Ace of Hearts popped up and, after reading your story and your mission, I decided to click on the search our dogs tab. A few pages in, I found myself staring at a picture of a large, goofy looking yellow-lab. His name was Riley and he was around 11 months old. Without thinking, I picked up the phone and called. I had to meet Riley.
Four hours later, I found myself in the car, driving to meet Riley at his foster home off of La Brea. This was so out of character for me. I am normally a very organized and planned out type of person. I don't tend to be spontaneous and normal would have researched and carefully planned a dog adoption. But something deep inside of me knew Riley was special.
I had been contemplating going back to work but was having a hard time finding something meaningful. After going through cancer and staring death in the face, I craved doing something truly life-changing with my time. After only a few days with my new buddy, I knew I wanted my job and focus to be rehabilitating Riley. I wanted to show this dog love, I wanted to earn his trust and I wanted to help him through his physical challenges and try to bring him back to life. I quickly realized that Riley loved tennis balls. I mean, really, really loved tennis balls. We started waking up at 5:00 in the morning and going to the ocean to watch the sun rise. He loved trying to run on the sand and would chase balls into the ocean until we had to pry ourselves away from the surf to avoid getting a ticket. The Brentwood dog park became my office. As Riley's muscles strengthened, so did my new friendships I was making with other dog park dog lovers. To this day, these people are still some of my closest friends. Riley and I became best friends.
In our ten years together, Ri and I have been through three rounds of my cancer, two bone marrow transplants, he has put his large head on my stomach for five pregnancies and of the five has met two live babies. He has licked away my tears, danced with me in times of joy, laid with me when I need companionship, guarded my children and kept all of us safe. Riley is affectionately known in our family as goof-ball. He came to us with the name Riley and since our last name is Rose, Riley Rose started to naturally roll off our tongues. We currently live in Pasadena and Riley is famous in our town. He loves the car and is often seen hanging out in the back of my Suburban with the back window raised. The younger children have developed a habit of coming up to my car and rubbing Riley's head for good-luck before school. Riley goes absolutely everywhere with us. Because of my medical history, I was able to get a service dog vest for Riley which is really just his ticket to freedom. Riley has flown back and forth to Texas with us more times than I could count, he has gone to Disneyland, every hotel in Southern California, he played with Mathew McConahey�s dog on a Barbara Walters special as we were walking Runyon Canyon one day a while back, he made it onto several commercials being filmed on our street, he has lived with me at our lake house in Texas when I needed a secluded place to recover from the chemo and has run free at our ranch in South Texas. Riley has run, swam, chased literally thousands of tennis balls, traveled, barked with joy, played so hard he could not take another step, and he has loved. This big goofy puppy that came to us has learned to trust and has learned that he will never, ever be hurt or abandoned ever again. But let me be clear, it was me that was rescued.
Yes, we have given Riley a great life but Riley has literally saved me. This dog is my everything. I cannot imagine a day without him.
Kari, I wanted to tell you this story because I know I am one of hundreds, maybe even thousands, that have benefited because of you. So much is said about the dogs being saved and their lives changing forever which is absolutely the truth. You have saved so many precious, defenseless animals. There must be a special place for you in Heaven.