Black Barn Rescue

Pyr pups ready soon for a farm near you! 10 total and are with poultry now, trainable for your livestock, or just a cuddly best friend.

DM Elaine Marie Wagner, if interested, for more information.

Run in Peace, Lilly…you are loved beyond measure.

Shawnee Girl.

A small Min-Pin Jack Russell mix, I took in from someone who couldn’t keep her when she was just a pup.

This little girl moved right into my heart and soul the moment I laid eyes on her…she was meant to find me.

She and I went through a lot together, way too much for a facebook post to accurately reflect.

When I came home, or simply acknowledged her for any reason, she would literally “dance” …like a horse trained in dressage; I often joked about how she must’ve been a high dollar show horse in a previous life.

She would sing (okay… howl), with me and her former person…it was the sweetest music ever! Brought smiles to everyone who got to see it.

I loved this girl with my whole heart (still do), but the person I shared a life with couldn’t stand her. They called her the ugliest dog they had ever seen! Always wanting me to get rid of her.

One day they called me and said that a woman who was friends with their mother really wanted my Shawnee Girl and that she would give her a great home, I had met her, and Shawnee Girl was very friendly with her so I thought perhaps it would be best, and then our household could find peace…perhaps I was being selfish putting my love for a dog before my husbands hatred for her, so I agreed.

A few days later I packed up Shawnee Girl and her favorite things, her bed, her food, and we got in the car and headed off.

She was tail wagging happy because we were taking a road trip!

We got to my in-laws home and the woman was there to collect her, all smiles, and joyful beyond words.

I was doing the right thing, that’s what I told my heart silently, as it ached.

I had Shawnee Girl on a leash, while handing the nice lady all of her things. Then I picked up Shawnee Girl, my little angel baby, and held her in my arms, told her I loved her.

What happened next broke me.

Changed me forever…I look at love differently.

While handing Shawnee Girl over to the nice lady, she never turned from looking at me.

She looked right at me and big, real, painful, tears fell from her big brown eyes.

I made an innocent dog cry.

My dog that I loved, just to keep the peace with someone who couldn’t love her like I did.

Over the next week, I couldn’t eat, sleep, or even think straight, and cried every time someone looked at me.

I knew I had made a bad decision and I regretted it. I said a prayer for her to return to me if God saw fit.

The nice lady kept in touch with my husband, and his mother…she told him Shawnee Girl wouldn’t eat or drink, or play, and she was worried about her.

Shawnee Girl had a broken heart too; she didn’t understand why the person she knew loved her, would just give her away.

Soon after that, I would say she had been gone for about a week and maybe a few days…I was driving home from work and my husband called me…I had an appointment and wasn’t heading straight home that day but he nicely asked if I could come home first, that he had something for me I needed to pick up before keeping that appointment.

He was somber, and elusive in trying not to tell me what was so important for me to go all the way home from Dallas to pick up, just to have to go back again. 🤔

Then it hit me.

I screamed, “You have my Shawnee Girl don’t you?!?”

He simply said, Don’t be crazy, you know I hate that dog.”

But I KNEW!!!

I didn’t get a ticket driving home, but should have…🙏🏻

When I opened the garage door and went into the laundry room…she knew it was me…she was whimpering with sheer joy on the other side of the door, I could hear her little nails tapping on the floor because yes…she was doing her little dressage, show horse dance for me. 💞

The next time we would part would be a few years later when she lived her last day on this earth.

Myself and my best friend left with her from the emergency vet hospital about 2:30am after a tragic event, and drove with her to their lake house to bury her in a beautiful place.

I held her little stitched up body, swaddled in a beautiful quilt my mother had made for me when I was younger, placed softly in her little bed, on my lap, while we traveled.

When we arrived I went to the back bedroom and gently put her on the bed, laid beside her and went to sleep, while my best friend went out and dug her grave.

Hours later just before sunrise, he came and woke me and we took her and gave her precious little body back to the earth.

Every year, in the Spring…beautiful Lillies bloom there…somewhere South of Dallas.

Black Barn Rescue was first intended to be called “Shawnee Girl Ranch”, and it exists today to help others who feel they have to part with their precious animals, with no judgment, just commitment and compassion.

Shawnee Girl taught me Commitment, Compassion, and to never waste the gift of a Second Chance.

Some loves are unexplainably deep and everlasting. 💞

Perfect love right here.

Love this girl…

Maybe he saw a squirrel?🐿️

Lazy…but still hungry 🐾

Miss Tiny posing pretty in the pasture.

Have a beautiful blessed day everyone!

Praying you find laughter and peace in all you encounter. 🙏🏻