Our rescue dog, Buddy, suddenly ran off during a quiet hike and led us to an elderly woman lying unresponsive near a fallen tree. Paramedics said she was severely chilled and might not have made it without being found when she was. Curious about her identity, we later learned her name was Margaret. To our surprise, her last name was the same as the previous owners of our home. It felt like more than coincidence.
When we visited her in the hospital, Margaret immediately recognized Buddy and called him “Max.” She explained that he had been her loyal companion for years but disappeared after she became ill and was hospitalized two years earlier. Buddy responded gently to her, as if remembering. When we told her we lived in the blue house on Maple Street, tears filled her eyes. “He brought you to me,” she whispered with a grateful smile.
