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I gave him all of the details of the accident, Speckles' description, and told him, "Don't forget, the most important part of the story is how grateful we are to the Lord for keeping us safe during the accident. He took care of us, and I feel sure he will take care of Speckles, too."
Once again, we made the trip back home, still wondering exactly why the Lord had led us back to Phenix City.
A few days later, the article was published, and once again we started getting calls. Speckles was seen at a park. Speckles was seen close to the highway. We passed the information on to Deborah, and sure enough, she was as good as her word, visiting each of the "spotting sites" and asking about Speckles.
Then Saturday night, almost two weeks after the accident we got a call at midnight. "I've got your dog," the lady said, "She came to my door about a week ago, hungry and tired. She's fine, except for a few cuts and some badly matted hair. I got home late, and just now read the newspaper. I'm sure this is the dog in the story."
We made arrangements to meet the lady the next day at a Phenix City K-Mart, where she worked, and went to bed hopeful, but not entirely convinced. The next day we called Deborah Owens, and after the 200-mile drive to Phenix City, everybody converged at K-Mart: the lady who found Speckles, Deborah Owens, the newspaper reporter, Pat and me, and … Speckles!
Later, another story appeared in the local paper describing the reunion, complete with pictures of all concerned.
So now Speckles is back home, enjoying her back yard and her cats (she thinks they are her siblings). Every so often a very loud noise, a large truck, or maybe a dream will remind her of her ordeal, lost and alone in the woods beside the highway, and she will be visibly afraid. But right now, as I finish this story, she's lying near my feet, fast asleep. Thank you, Lord.
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