Alistair Bain (8:26)

That was Katherine Palmer. I just love the compassion she had for all those baby snakes. The other day I was thinking that maybe I had too many baking dishes, but I think I'll hold on to them now. Catherine works as an audiologist in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Her sister in law's family has since moved to the city because baby snakes in the kitchen eventually lost their appeal. Our next story comes from Jitesh Jaggi. He told it live on stage at the Atheneum Theater in Chicago, where we partner with public radio station wbez. Here's Jitesh.

Jitesh Jaggi (9:28)

My wife showed me a picture of her grandmother petting a lion cub and said, we need to at least adopt a dog asap. I knew this day was going to come. She grew up with a family that owned entire animal zoos, lived all her life with pets capable of immediately devouring her. My last relationship with the dog was when it had its teeth in my butt cheeks. I was nine years old in India and was dancing in front of the stray dog that often rested outside my grandma's home. To think that she still continued to feed him pained me in my heart and my ass. So I asked my wife, how about we get a foster dog instead? Meaning we get to host the dog for a few days temporarily until someone else can adopt them permanently. The foster agency heard our request and my wife came home with Coconut, a Shih Tzu mix with a silky black coat covering entire body. It looked like my wife brought home a bunch of synthetic wigs. Coconut had a cone around her neck reminiscent of one of the characters from the Handmaid's Tale. That was because she got spayed that morning. She was 10 years old. She is 10 years old, and to think that she hadn't been spayed until now painted us a grim picture of her past. I work from home, by the way, so from the next morning, Coconut and I became involuntary housemates. On day one, I learned that she doesn't really make eye contact and stays hidden under a table all day long. On day two, I realized she doesn't even respond to her name. So I figured maybe the foster agency just assigned the name Coconut to her, and I started to try 100 different names the same day. All day I went Olive, Cheddar, Buttercup, Todd. I knew her hearing was intact because she leaped at me when she heard me open a Kit Kat. So I figured it out. She just didn't care and so I just sat next to her throughout the day. At one time she Protruded her little head from under the table, rested it on my lap and slept. I couldn't help but notice that she snores like she had a Harley Davidson engine in her diaphragm. On day three, she gets called in for an extensive knee surgery. I had just started to be less queasy about her space car, so I just reminded myself that I was just a temporary host and she was going to go to another foster home soon anyway. But that night Coconut came back home from the wet crying and continued to cry into the night. She had 12 staples on her leg that was cut from her thigh all the way down to her foot. Combined with the space car, almost a quarter of her little body was in stitches. I had asked for an easy dog because of my inexperience, but this dog needed to be consoled round the clock and I couldn't even bring myself to look at her stapled leg. So my wife took care of her and I watched them both from a distance, too weak hearted to even come close. I have seen animals suffering, but never one that was under my care. This felt personal, like I was responsible to put her in her misery. And unexpectedly, the same line of thinking brought me the solution. I reminded myself of all the stray dogs back in India, including the ones that bit me. How many of them often had open wounds with no shelter to recover in? Coconut at least had healthy food, meds and a loving home. As bad as it was, I had to remind myself that she was in safe hands. So the next morning I woke up and I approached her gently but firmly, lifted her in my arms as she looked me in the eyes for the first time. And in our own little way, I let her know that she was going to be fine, that this was going to pass. It was like both of us had emerged from under our respective tables we were hiding under. A month later, her scars healed up and it was now time to find her a permanent home to be adopted in. Her cone was gone and she had started to camouflage in black rugs. Effortlessly she won, but we had failed at being foster parents. Our adopted Coconut is at home right now, knowing well that she's too precious to be let go of and is right now waiting for her second dinner.

Alistair Bain (15:55)

That was Jitesh Jaggi. Jitesh is currently working on a book of essays and coaches other storytellers. Koko is enjoying her golden years, often going on road trips throughout the country with her new family. Koko has her own stroller for times when she doesn't feel like walking. And Jitesh says it's delightful to see people's reactions when they find a senior dog rather than a newborn baby in the carriage. I absolutely love senior dogs. They are mellow, are well past the furniture eating stage and have gained a lifetime of knowledge. In fact, my senior dog has gained the knowledge that I can't leave home without him if he buries the keys under the deck. Coming up, cat people versus Dog people when the Moth Radio Hour continues.

Moth Radio Hour Production Team (17:07)

The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts.

Katie Vaca (17:16)

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Katherine Palmer (17:31)

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Alistair Bain (17:50)

This is A Moth Radio Hour. I'm Alastair Bain. In this hour, we are celebrating the relationships we have with animals, cats, dogs, slithering creatures and more. Next up, we have a story from Katie Vacca. She told it live on the stage at the Crescent Ballroom in Phoenix, where we partner with public radio station kjz. Here's Katie Vaca.

Katie Vaca (18:22)

I love to hate cats. I come from a family that doesn't particularly care for cats. In fact, my mom not only dislikes cats very much, but she has an actual cat phobia. And like any good old fashioned familial conditioning, that fear has been passed down to me. And despite my best efforts to avoid these creatures, somehow they have highlighted some pretty important moments in my life. The very first conversation I had with my husband was regarding cats. In 2009. My sister's dog had a litter of puppies and his family took my favorite one. I don't remember exactly what I said, but I sent him a message on Facebook saying something along the lines of, I'm so happy for you guys. She's the best. I do, however, remember exactly what my husband said to me. It was one sentence and it read, I'm more of a cat person. And I thought to myself, this guy is rude and he's a cat person. That's two strikes. But my husband also happens to be tall, dark and handsome. So what are you going to do? A year later, we started dating and things got pretty serious and we started to spend a lot of time together and As a result, I spent a lot of time with his cat, Frank. Frank was an indoor outdoor orange tabby. He was a really proficient hunter, and. And he would bring in sometimes living, sometimes dead lizards, mice, hummingbirds. And although I'm told this is a sign of love and infection, I did not care for having a half decapitated lizard dropped into my lap. And this was like immersion therapy for me. I was having reoccurring nightmares that thousands of cats were coming in from every window and door of my house, gonna scratch off my face. But I had to make a decision. I was falling in love with this rude cat guy, and Frank came along with him.

Katherine Palmer (19:59)

So.

Katie Vaca (20:00)

So I decided to learn about Frank. And as I learned about him, my fear started to lessen and we developed a bond. He would greet me at the door when I would walk in and roll around on his back. It was pretty cute. I would give him my shoes to indulge his weird shoe fetish. He would meow and scratch incessantly at my door at four in the morning to let me know he wanted his food bowl topped off. And as time went on, our bond grew stronger, and he really became my first cat friend. In 2015, I got a call from a dear childhood friend of mine, Matt. And I don't have enough time to tell you all the things I'd like to tell you about Matt, but I'd like to highlight my favorite qualities about him. Magnetic, hilarious, intelligent. And I love to spend time with him, and I'll never forget it. I was pacing around IKEA as he was explaining to me that he hadn't been feeling well. And he went to the doctor and they discovered that his colon was covered in tumors. And he was diagnosed with a really aggressive form of colon cancer. And I know there's many of you out there that can empathize with the feeling of your gut dropping and desperately wanting to do or say something, to make something go away, and there's nothing. He had a girlfriend that uprooted her life in Los Angeles to be here with him during his course of treatment. And I started to feel a real push and pull. The push of wanting to spend all the time that I could with my friend and tell him everything I was thinking and feeling and the pull of not wanting to be intrusive during a sensitive time. I didn't want to take away time that he could be spending with other people. And I did not want to remind my friend that he was sick. So I was reserved to keeping it really light and checking in. Hey, how's it going? Thinking of you, praying for you. Let me know if you need anything. And that was it. And in 2017, Matt died. And I was devastated. And I felt this deep feeling of regret at not having had the opportunity, but more importantly, the courage to have told my friend how much he meant to me while he was here. I didn't tell him that I loved him. I didn't tell him that he had changed my life for the better. I didn't tell him that he was one of the best people I had the privilege of knowing. And I didn't tell him how much I would miss him when he was gone. Later that year, his girlfriend decided it was time to get her life back on track and move back to California. And in the process, she couldn't bring her cat with her to the apartment she had found. And without hesitation, I said I would take him. And I immediately started having anxiety because while I knew and liked Frank, my husband's cat, I was not sold on cats. I was still really scared of them. And I had visions of this thing coming into my life and being really mean and destroying my house. But I did it without hesitation because it felt like something I could grab onto, something that I could do for my friend by lightening the load for someone that had loved and cared for him during his time of need. And luckily for me, aside from taking a massive dump on my brand new couch the first night he was in our home, Juan Carlos, the giant Russian blue cat is one of the nicest animals you'll ever meet. He's a stage five clinger. He wants to snuggle me from head to toe and he's part of the family. In the fall of last year, Frank got really sick. My husband's cat, my first cat friend, and he he was dying of kidney failure and we had to take him to the vet for that awful vet appointment that I had only ever heard about. My husband and I drove home with our empty pet carrier. We crawled into bed with Juan Carlos. I thought about my friend Matt. I thought about Frank. And I cried. I cried over a cat. I cried over one cat as I was deeply comforted by another. And now I hate to love cats. Thank.

Alistair Bain (23:44)

That was Katie Vaca. Katie is a marriage and couples therapist and spends her time outside of work with her husband Ricky and of course, Juan Carlos. Our next story is from Beth Bradley at the Denver Moss Story Slam where we partner with public radio station kunc. I was in the audience that night and it's always great to hear from a fellow Dog person here is Beth.

Beth Bradley (24:20)

So Suzy was not a perfect dog, but she was our dog, and we loved her. My mom first laid eyes on her at the animal shelter, and she just fell in love with Suzy's cute little foxy face, and she had this curly tail and thick black fur. So my whole family, my dad, my mom, and my two sisters and I, headed over there to see if we had a good vibe with Susie. And I do remember that the animal shelter lady pointed out she was worried that my dad and Susie might not be bonding that well, and that was probably true. My dad is not that much of an animal person and kind of thinks of pets as just, like, another hassle to deal with. But as usual, the rest of us overruled my dad, and we got to bring Suzy home, and she became our first family dog. So, to be fair, Susie really could be kind of a hassle. Her favorite hobby was barking at anyone that dared to walk by our house. And the other thing she liked to try to do was escape. So one time, she actually combined those hobbies, and she launched herself through the front window of her house, through the screen, in pursuit of some strangers. So we had to go lure her back into our house. But on the other hand, she could be very sweet. So, like, one time, I remember in high school, I had broken up with a boyfriend, and I was crying, and Suzy came and just, like, leaned up against me, and I could tell she was like, you know, I got your back. But over the years, my dad's feelings towards Susie didn't really warm up. He kind of just tolerated her, generally thought of her. That's pretty annoying. But honestly, my dad can make my sisters and I feel that way, too, sometimes. Like, yeah, like, it was hard to ask him for help, and he could kind of, you know, respond to us in the same way that he was annoyed with Susie the dog. But one night, we were all sitting down to dinner. We were going to get to watch TV and eat dinner at the same time in the TV room, which was a big deal. So we're all getting set up, and we notice Susie's nowhere. And so one other thing about Susie is, like, she might not have been as into us as we were into her. So she really just mainly liked waiting at the window for people to bark at. But dinner time was one time she would deign to be with us because she liked to eat the crumbs off the floor. So it was very suspicious that she wasn't around. So we're calling for her. We're like, Suzy. Suzy. She's not coming. So we figure she must be outside. So my two sisters and I go outside to look for her. We're calling for some more. We don't see her, but we do see this little shape toward the back of the yard. So we're running toward it. As we get closer, we hear this kind of, like, weird, low wheezing sound. And we get there, we see that it's Susie, and it's her little limp body. She's laying there, and she's actually gotten her head stuck in a drain from the house, and she's suffocating. So we are panicking. We're screaming for my parents. They run outside, and it's kind of a blur. Like, my mom finds the kitchen scissors to actually, like, cut her out of this tube, and we free her. But by that time, she's not breathing, and we're just panicking. So my dad scoops her up, and I just remember her little head just kind of lolls to the side, and her eyes had kind of glassed over. So we run inside the house, and just like, total pandemonium. Crying, trying to find the vet's number. My dad's just sitting there on the couch holding her. And we're kind of looking at him. He's looking up at us, and without saying anything, he cups his hand around Suzy's snout, and he puts his mouth on her mouth, and he blows. And then he does it again. And we're just in, like, total stunned silence. And another thing to know about Susie is we had seen her eat, like, a lot of disgusting crap in her life. Like, she literally would eat crap and, like, you know, dead birds and that kind of thing. So I really would like to know the animal shelter's lady. The animal shelter lady's opinion of their bond in that moment. So he does it a few more times. He blows a few more times. And then it was like a spell lifted. Suzy's eyes pop open. Like, I see the life just flood into them, just like Sleeping Beauty or something. And she's kind of blinking, and my dad sets her down. We're all just, like, in complete shock. Suzy's looking up at us like, what? And we have the vet on the phone by that time, and we're explaining what happened. And he's like, well, is she, like, walking around and everything? And we're like, yeah. And he's like, I think she's okay. So she was. She was okay. And she actually lived a very long time after that. She lived a very happy life. She became old enough to become incontinent, actually. And like she so that was one more thing my dad got to deal with was changing Suzy's dog diapers. But I I've thought a lot about that moment in the years since, like my dad looking up at us and us looking at him. And I don't think that he realized his love for her and that's what made him kiss our dog on the mouth. I think that he really just couldn't stand to see our hearts broken and he did it because he loved us. So I think dogs are not perfect, dads are not perfect, but love itself is perfect and sometimes it even gives you magic powers.

Alistair Bain (30:03)

That was Beth Bradley. Beth is a marketing content manager and has been listening to the Moth since she was a teenager. Beth and her sisters all have their own dogs today, and the three dogs all adore their granddad dad. She believes that feeling is mutual. Over the years, I've met many people who started out as reluctant dog or cat owners. My stepdad was somewhat reluctant to have a dog until I asked him and my mother to watch a foster dog for a few days while I was out of town. On the second day I was gone, I got a text saying asking what if we don't want to give them back? Preston ended up living a long life with them and accumulating a stockpile of plush toys that rivaled the inventory of major toy stores. By the way, you can check out themoth.org for information about moth story slams in your area and you can find us on social media. Hemoth. Coming up. Sometimes we rescue animals and sometimes they save us when the Moth Radio Hour continues.

Moth Radio Hour Production Team (31:39)

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Alistair Bain (32:52)

You're listening to the Moth Radio Hour. I'm Alistair Bain. Those of us who love our pets will go to great lengths for them. I've done emergency vet runs in blizzards, fed orphaned puppies every hour around the clock. And recently I searched a quarter acre of backyard in the dark when my border collies stole and buried my pit bull's teddy bear and he couldn't fall asleep without it. Our next story comes from Lisa Schultz about her dog Sadie. She shared it live on stage at the Miramar Theater in Milwaukee where we partner with public radio stations WPR and Radio Milwaukee. Here's Lisa Schultz live at the Moth.

Alltrails Advertiser (33:39)

My husband Mike and I have an Airedale terrier named Sadie. We love Sadie as only empty nesters can love their dog. Now, we were both married before and brought into our marriage. Children and our kids have expressed jealousy over Sadie because A, well, A, B, C and D, Sadie has both her parents with her. Isn't that cute? One of the highlights of our week is we always take a good long walk with Sadie on Sundays. And I'll have you know tomorrow is Sadie's third to last chemotherapy treatment. She is in total remission. Yay. Thank you. Thank you. And on Sunday mornings it's our habit to take a long walk with Sadie these days. We walk down to Starbucks where we all rest for a little bit, sit outside no matter what the weather. We're the fools there in January, sitting outside with our Moncas. And then we walk home again. We used to go to the dog park in Wauwatosa. I don't know if any of you are familiar with with it. It's a great place to walk. There's the big open area with all the frozen dog poop in the winter, the melting dog poop in the spring and the icky dog poop in the summer. Then there's a lot. There's a huge wooded area where there are abandoned concrete walkways and curved roadways. There's ginormous and beautiful concrete staircases that majestically descendants into what I assume were formal gardens. So he used to love to go out there. Sadie could run around off leash. We'd walk around through these woods and these pathways. We would often end up at the one and only pauper cemetery. And near the cemetery is a pond. I don't think it's natural because it's perfectly rectangular, but it was a good place for. I don't know. But I grew up in a small town, and we never had square ponds, but there are always geese and ducks on the pond, and Sadie would like to chase them. So one winter's day, one February day. But it was one of those February days that give the promise of spring. You know, those days, it's warm, but you still have to dress for winter because it is winter and because this is Wisconsin. But you knew spring was gonna come. Probably by June 5th or so.

Beth Bradley (36:00)

The skies were blue.

Alltrails Advertiser (36:01)

The sun was shining. It was above freezing. It was nice out, but we had to dress for winter. I had the old lady boots on because I'm an old lady. And you know the kind with the really icky fake fur around the top. And I had one of those poofy winter jackets on. It was red. So we walked. We went down to the pool, to the pond. Sadie chased the ducks and the geese off the ice. And then she saw open water. So she. She went to get a drink. Sadie walked up to the edge. The ice broke. Sadie went in. This is our favorite. We call her the good Daughter. She's in the water, dog paddling. She does not swim on purpose. She likes to wade, but she does not swim on purpose. And she's got those big old eyes, and she's looking, mom, dad. And she puts her little paws up on the eyes and it breaks. And she puts her little paws up on the ice and it breaks. Now, I don't know. This is a fairly young audience. I hope you've all seen the movie It's a Wonderful Life. It's a wonderful movie. But in the movie, little Harry Bailey falls to the ice. All the kids make a human chain. The army crawl out on the ice. They reach out a shovel to little Harry Bailey. He grabs on. They pull him in. I've seen It's a Wonderful life at least 30 times. I know what to do. Two problems. There's only me and Mike. We don't have a shovel, but this is the good daughter. I am on my belly on the ice. I, army, crawl out on the ice. Mike doesn't swim, so he's not even part of the chain. God knows, at this point in time, my whole vision is kind of tunneled. Right. You've had that happen. I'm looking at the good daughter. I'm out on the ice. I'm crawling, crawling. I reach out. I touch her collar. The ice breaks. Now, it is February. I'm in the water. I'M dog paddling, too. We're both dog paddling now. The vision's getting really small because I'm going to die, but I'm knowing that I'm going to eventually have to hold Sadie's head above water while I'm paddling with my feet, while my husband Mike tries to figure out what to do. So I'm paddling, paddling, paddling. And of course, I put my hands up, the ice breaks. Put my hands up, the ice breaks. And through that panic, through that fog, I hear a voice, and it's Mike. And he's saying, honey, stand up. No, wait, wait, wait. If I stop pailing, I'll sink, I'll drown. I put my feet down, and I feel muck, the kind of muck that will grab you and drag you in. So I paddle, paddle, honey, stand up. Put my feet down a little further. I feel solid earth. I stand up, I look, Sadie's on the eye, shaking off, running to daddy, saying, daddy, look what mom's doing. I walk to shore, boots filled with water, jacket. I learned something that day. Next time you feel like you're over your head, you're drowning, you're losing your nerve, just stand up.

Alistair Bain (39:21)

That was Lisa Schultz. Sadie responded well to the chemotherapy and lived to be 14 years old. Today, Lisa and her husband Mike offer dog sitting services, and when they're not caring for canine guests, they love to travel. Next we go to Boston to hear a story Patrick Cleary shared at an open mic night. Here's Patrick.

Patrick Cleary (39:55)

Thanks. So in the last year of her life, my cat Rita had a vomiting problem. Problem. She vomited everywhere. Now, she didn't like to vomit on anything hard. She liked to be on soft surfaces. So she would jump up on the bed or on the couch, and all of that was a little bit difficult to clean up. She was a lady, though. She would warn you. She had this meow. She would go, wow, wow, wow, wow, blah, you know, and she had not only trained me, she trained all my friends and, and family that if we were like, having people over to dinner, if you heard, whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody would get up and run to wherever she was and put her on the floor. Now, Rita was the first of what I call the indeterminate cat sitting adoptions, which is if anybody says, could you take care of my cat? But it's for an indeterminate amount of time, you've adopted a cat, right? It's now happened to me multiple times, and I fall for it every time. It's like we just don't know, just a couple of days. And then a long time later you're like, this is my cat. And I got her from a friend of mine who I had never met. This was back in the days. Well, it was back in the days when the Internet was new and it was bulletin board system. And a woman who lived nearby said, my husband, I need to leave. And he said, if I leave, he'll kill the animals. And so I said, okay, well, I'll take in your cat. And she also had a little dog and I took care of them for a couple of weeks. And then when she got herself established, she came back and she said, well, I can take the dog. But even though my husband's now in prison, he got me pregnant and I can't clean a cat box because of toxoplasmosis. Pregnant women aren't supposed to clean out cat boxes. And so what I didn't tell her was that I wasn't supposed to be cleaning cat boxes either because I had just been diagnosed with HIV. And toxoplasmosis is really bad for people with HIV as well. But she said Rita was a 17 year old cat, she wasn't going to live for very much longer. And at the time I felt like I might not live very much longer either because my CD4 count wasn't doing so well. And because I'm really a drama queen, I figured we would just sit on the couch, The two of us wasting

Alltrails Advertiser (42:23)

away,

Patrick Cleary (42:25)

and they'd find us because we had died exactly at the same time. So I figured a 17 year old cat, a guy who's probably going to perish, we're probably made for one another now. Rita was declawed. The woman who had her before me didn't declaw her. The woman before her had declawed the cat. But Rita also liked to pretend that she was scratching the furniture. And she'd look at me and because I'm a good guy, I'd say, stop that. And she'd be like. And she'd walk away. It made her feel good, it made her feel dangerous. Now because Rita was 17 years old, she only lasted eight more years. She went and we went through a lot together. I went through a really hard time. Not only had I gone through HIV with a lot of medications that didn't work out for me, I also had lost my house, I had lost my job, I had lost my car. She was with me the whole time, just pretending to scratch the furniture and throwing up on it. So it worked out really well. But eventually it was her. And I was in a much better place. And so I did have to make the decision to put her down after reaching 25. I mean, that's 630 in human years. I would want to go, too. But she did teach me a number of lessons. One is that if anybody ever tells you, can you take my cat for a few days? You own a cat. The second is, if someone wants to feel dangerous, just let them. And the third is, if you are going to feel like a badass and throw up, be a lady and warn people about it. Thank you.

Alistair Bain (44:20)

That was Patrick Cleary. Patrick is a cat owner, playwright, and storyteller from Boston, Massachusetts. Since Rita, Patrick has been the proud parent of four other cats, some of whom were actually adopted on purpose. Thank you, Patrick, for the wisdom that there is no such thing as a temporary cat. Our final story is told by Linda Torres at a slam we put produced in Seattle, which is supported by public radio station kuow. Live from the Fremont Abbey Arts center, here's Linda Torres.

Linda Torres (45:07)

The happiest moment in my life was when I jumped into my husband's arms and I got back home from Afghanistan. Yeah. Yeah. So he picked me up from Fort Benning, Georgia, if you know where that is. And we drove to D.C. where I was stationed. I was so excited to see Gina. She hadn't seen me in, like, six or seven months. And she came home and it would always be an empty house. And she saw me and she was just like, oh, oh, that's my person. So she came up to me and ran up to me and she had her tail wagging just enthusiastically. And she came up to me and kissed me and circled me. So that was wonderful. So the next day, Adam, my husband, went to work, was really busy and had a lot of work to do. I, on the other hand, had a lot of days off. I was really lonely and alienated, and I found out that I had a back injury, so I couldn't run or do yoga or do any of those things that I like to do for stress relief. But what I did was I walked Gina a ton and I played fetch with her, and I read books about war stories because I felt connected to the people in the books and stuff. But Adam was acting a little strange. He would come home late, and he would be really withdrawn and quiet and stuff. So I sat him down and I was just like, what is up? And he said, you were gone. And I liked it. I never wanted to be married to you. So. Yeah. So it didn't work out.

Alltrails Advertiser (47:01)

So.

Beth Bradley (47:01)

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Linda Torres (47:04)

yeah. But divorce was still really hard for me. I mean, I thought I was going to be with him for the rest of my life. So I remember deciding to buy a nice purple climbing rope from rei, and I was going to logistically figure out I was going to go on a walk with Gina, and logistically I was going to figure out which tree to hang myself on. So I finally found a tree. Then Gina found the stick. And usually that means that you gotta stop whatever you're doing because you gotta throw the stick. So I threw the stick, and she came back to me, and she had the biggest smile and enthusiastically wagging tail. And that moment, I knew that I had to take care of her and she was going to take care of me. So the army decided to move me across the country to Washington State. And I told Adam that I wanted to take Gina with me because she was my best friend during this really dark time. He told me he couldn't say no to me. So we moved here. Washington State is. There's something so transformative about living here, and that's. I don't know if it's the air, the views, the mountain. It was fantastic. It's been fantastic. After a year of living here, the army said, you're going to deploy again. I sent Gina to stay with my family down in San Diego. My dad really enjoyed it. He said that he had found a partner to keep him healthy. After a couple weeks, the army said, just kidding. You got canceled for that deployment. So I went down to Retriever. So my dad was just like, hey, can I have your dog? And I said, no, but you could. I said, no, but during the flu season, I work a ton, and I'm going to be working on grad school and stuff so he could keep her for a couple months. So flucism came around, and I sent Gina down to San Diego. This time, I didn't go with her. She. My parents noticed that she was drinking a lot of water and that she was really tired. And we thought she was really anxious from the flight and just really tired. So the next afternoon, my mom decided to cook her bacon, and Gina came up to her and she collapsed. And that was it. Yeah. The next couple days were a blur. Painful. I knew I had to tell one person who loved her as much as I did, and that was Adam. Though we grew apart in passions we loved, we had the same love for a wonderful, amazing God. I am so thankful that I had her. She saved me. Through her, I learned about focus, joy, and true love. Thank you.

Alistair Bain (50:34)

That was Linda Torres. Linda has since moved to Philadelphia with her golden retriever, Ari, where she earned her doctorate in nursing practice. She continues to work and volunteer in the veterans community. Thank you for your service, Linda. To see photos of Linda and her dog, as well as other storytellers and their pets, go to the moth.org while you're there. Have you ever felt like you have a story you'd like to tell us? It might be about friends of the four or two legged variety, about a temporary cat or a temporary house guest. If so, you can pitch us a story right on our site or call 877-799-MOTH. That's 877-799-6684. That's it for this episode of the Moth Radio Hour. We hope you'll join us next time. And that's the story from the Moth.

Moth Radio Hour Production Team (51:55)

This episode of the Moth Radio Hour was produced by me, Jay Allison, Katherine Burns and Alistair Bain, a storyteller from Colorado who also hosted this show. Co producer is Vicki Merrick, associate producer Emily Couch, Grand Slam coaching by Jody Powell. The rest of the Moth's leadership team includes Sarah Haverman, Sarah Austin, Janet, Jennifer Hickson, Meg Bowles, Kate Tellers, Jennifer Birmingham, Marina Cluce, Suzanne Rust, Brandon Grant, Inga Gladowski, Sarah Jane Johnson and Aldi Kaza. Most stories are true, as remembered and affirmed by the storytellers. Our theme music is by the Drift. Other music in this hour is from Epidemic Sound Podcast Music Production support from Davy Sumner. We received funding from the National Endowment for the Arts. The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. Special thanks to our friends at Odyssey, including Executive producer Leah Rees Dennis. For more about our podcast. For information on pitching us your own story and everything else, go to our website themoth.org.

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