Oh, my heart. What a harrowing experience, in a string of them you have had recently. Thank you so much for showing us Little Fawn and Levon together at the end, at peace, breathing. I don't know exactly where you are, but I'm thinking of you in this time of Helene. Sending good wishes and hoping you all are ok.
Thank you for that incredible photo at the end. I think I needed it after this breathless read. I'm so sorry. I'm glad Levon's okay, but that's the kind of experience that can haunt your nights. After the storm that came when your granddaughter came home, I can't imagine how you're breathing through it all!
All my hair stood on end as I read the saga of Levon. What an immense, immense relief to see him reappear, safe and sound. I could breathe again. Powerful writing; I was right there.
For some stories, I wish you weren’t such a good writer. I think for this one I would’ve liked a little more detachment. Whew. If I can feel it that much from your writing, I can only imagine what it felt like to live it. You had quite a stretch. I hope the universe gives you some peaceful months to recover!
Having lost a pet earlier this summer under very unexpected circumstances, all those feelings of loss and fear and devastation came flowing back. I'm so happy that Levon is still with you and that you did not have to suffer those horrendous feelings for longer than a few moments.
I read this late at night and thought hard about you and the dog. What’s that saying…If wishes were horses, we’d all ride? I could barely finish the story for fear that he would not survive, nor would you be the same. When you wrote that in the distance you saw his white body, I could finally breathe. And then to see Little Fawn resting on the big dog? Thankful for happy endings. One day you will show her that photo and tell her about the water, the dog, and answered prayers. Writing may begin alone until it has to move out on its own. Onward
Your poor Levon. What a frightening thing for him and you. I thought I’d tell you about my yellow lab Chiloquin. Because she has always gone straight through any culvert, pipe or drain she can find. Never in a flood like that but I’ve often worried she’d hurt herself or get stuck. So I guess some dogs love such things or if they don’t , they can survive. Glad Levon did!!
Oh, my heart. What a harrowing experience, in a string of them you have had recently. Thank you so much for showing us Little Fawn and Levon together at the end, at peace, breathing. I don't know exactly where you are, but I'm thinking of you in this time of Helene. Sending good wishes and hoping you all are ok.
Thank you for that incredible photo at the end. I think I needed it after this breathless read. I'm so sorry. I'm glad Levon's okay, but that's the kind of experience that can haunt your nights. After the storm that came when your granddaughter came home, I can't imagine how you're breathing through it all!
What a story. How did you come to care for a baby?????
All my hair stood on end as I read the saga of Levon. What an immense, immense relief to see him reappear, safe and sound. I could breathe again. Powerful writing; I was right there.
The photo of Levon and Little Fawn is precious.💛
For some stories, I wish you weren’t such a good writer. I think for this one I would’ve liked a little more detachment. Whew. If I can feel it that much from your writing, I can only imagine what it felt like to live it. You had quite a stretch. I hope the universe gives you some peaceful months to recover!
You and Levon made me hold my breath for way too long. I knew all would be well because of the picture with him and Little Fawn, but still.....
Thank goodness for a happy ending.
Great story. My only question is regarding the baby leaning against Levon (Helm?) in the grass. Don’t y’all have chiggers down there?
Having lost a pet earlier this summer under very unexpected circumstances, all those feelings of loss and fear and devastation came flowing back. I'm so happy that Levon is still with you and that you did not have to suffer those horrendous feelings for longer than a few moments.
I read this late at night and thought hard about you and the dog. What’s that saying…If wishes were horses, we’d all ride? I could barely finish the story for fear that he would not survive, nor would you be the same. When you wrote that in the distance you saw his white body, I could finally breathe. And then to see Little Fawn resting on the big dog? Thankful for happy endings. One day you will show her that photo and tell her about the water, the dog, and answered prayers. Writing may begin alone until it has to move out on its own. Onward
Peace 🕊️ thanks for your brave sharing and fabulous writing, Janisse! Miraculous rescue 🛟 saves us all from despair.
I’m so glad Levon is okay. 💜
Your poor Levon. What a frightening thing for him and you. I thought I’d tell you about my yellow lab Chiloquin. Because she has always gone straight through any culvert, pipe or drain she can find. Never in a flood like that but I’ve often worried she’d hurt herself or get stuck. So I guess some dogs love such things or if they don’t , they can survive. Glad Levon did!!
So thankful he was ok.
Not fair to make me cry so hard in the middle of the day. Sending love to Levon and you Janisse.
This story gripped my heart and I’m so sorry for the trauma to you both 💚