There’s nothing more touching than when we get letters from the mutts! Codie penned his own success story, with a little help from mom, Loretta:
My name is Codie and I want to tell you my story. Nobody knows anything about me from before the accident, but that day, my life changed. The EMT’s found me under a car that was just in an accident. I didn’t belong to anyone involved, so they didn’t know where I came from or how I happened to end up under the car. I don’t remember the exact order of the next events, but I got checked out to make sure I wasn’t hurt and then I was at Muttville and my EMT rescuers fostered me. Life was good, but my EMT’s had crazy schedules and thought it best to actively start seeking my furever home. My EMT’s told me a Code 3 was a car accident and that’s how I got my name.
My little face was on the Mutts for Adoption page and my mom called up to make an appointment to come and meet me. A few days went by, and when she didn’t hear anything, she called back. They told her I had been adopted. She tells me she was so disappointed, but looked at some of the other seniors. The next choice was a real cutie, but when her fosters found out somebody was interested in adopting her, they said “nope, we love her too much to let her go.”
Mom gave up, but a few weeks later, she went back on the Muttville website and, low and behold, there I was again.
She called up immediately and said she was coming down to meet me that weekend. Now, here is where it gets really truly a sign it was meant to be. Not only did one of EMT fosters have off that day, but it was Maddies Adoption Day and I had no adoption fees. I don’t think dad was too impressed with me cause I was acting quite contrary, but my mom picked me up, signed the adoption papers and headed for the car and told my dad to make a donation to Muttville.
I acted quite indifferent for a while, cause the fact was, I had been pretty comfortable with my fosters. Now I got brought into a house and all of sudden I had five sisters. There was Charlie, a red toy poodle who was already 15 years old. The next oldest was Little Bit, a long hair Chihuahua who was 10 years old and then Bella, a 7 year old black Chihuahua (her coat was weird cause it wasn’t long and silkie like Little’s, but not flat like mine.) Next was the crazy sister Holly. She’s probably about 5 years old and is some kind of Chihuahua mix with a flat coat, but she’s built like a line backer. Lastly, there was Ruby, a 3 year old red chorkie (who makes up these names). I figured, who’s going to have time for me? Holly and Bella and Ruby came from different rescue groups around town just like me.
After a while, I began to sense an intense connection between me and my mom. Charlie had gone to heaven and mom sat on the couch with the rest of us for two days crying. Little Bit was the “queen”, but she was quite confident in her roll and didn’t seemed at all perturbed by my outing her from the center spot on mom’s lap. Ruby is dad’s buddy. They hang out together all the time. The more I snuggled with my mom, the more intense the love was getting. She said there’s something about my soulful eyes, my immediately warm feeling in her heart every time she picks me up, the way we snuggled at night and I sleep touching her at all times.
I found my furever home. And you know what the best part of it is. My mom told me the only restraints on me for the rest of life would be the string that connects her heart to mine.
Thank you to the people who lost me and didn’t look for me. Thank you to my EMT’s for rescuing me. Thank you to Muttville for the care I needed and the good work you do for all of us seniors. But mostly, thank you to my mom, who I know will give me the best life I could have ever hoped for.
Love, Codie Coles
2/3/15
Are you the proud parent of a Muttville dog? Send us your story! Include three of your favorite photos and send it to success_stories@muttville.org with the subject line 'Success Story'.
