Kala, (our daughter) is married to Dave. At the time of the following event, they'd been married for about three years, with one beautiful little girl, Hannah, and a Pomeranian dog they called Jackson. (Nicknamed Fuz). And seven months pregnant with her second.
With an increase in their family transpiring, they really needed a larger vehicle. So for a couple of days, they'd been trying to negotiate a deal at one of the local dealerships. With not much luck.
We lived about a fifteen minute drive from their house. It was a Friday evening and they planned to drop by our place for a visit.
Dave carried Hannah and the dog (in his kennel) to the car. As he usually does, he laid the kennel on the trunk of the car, while safely securing Hannah in her car seat. Kala, by now, had brought whatever supplies that was needed for the evening and was waiting, in the passenger seat.
When finished, Dave slipped in the drivers side seat and they were off.
About fifteen minutes later they turn into our driveway. Kala looks over shoulder and says, "Dave, where's Jack?"
Realizing at that exact same moment what he had done, or failed to do, he said, "I left him on the trunk!"
"Well he ain't there now!" Kala screamed.
Hannah was dropped off immediately, at our house. In a panic, they both headed back to town. And both knowing exactly where the kennel may have fallen off the trunk. It was at the last intersection at the edge of town, where they had made a left turn to come north to our place.
As they approached the intersection, minutes later, they could see the kennel laying upside down in the ditch. They quickly stopped the car, ran across the road and picked it up. Their worst fears were realized. Little 'Fuz' was dead.
For the next couple of weeks, their lives were in turmoil. They could barely function.
In the meantime, the following day, they had an appointment to keep with the sales manager at the car dealership. They weren't ready to give up yet, on getting that new vehicle.
Setting across from him in his office that day, seven months pregnant, and relaying the events of the past day or so, may have been in their favor. For he also owned a little pom. They drove away that afternoon in their new van.
They headed directly to the Registries Office to register the new vehicle. All the time, Kala kept praying... "God please show us a sign that little Jack is OK, and that we'll get through this whole ordeal."
As Dave handed the necessary papers to the lady behind the counter, she asked him if he had his old licence plate or if he needed a new one. (in Alberta you can transfer your old plate to your new vehicle or cancel it and get a new one.) He said he'd take a new one. As he'd forgotten to take the old one when they left the dealership.
She reached down and took the next available plate and placed it on the counter in front of them. Kala saw it first! She could not believe her eyes. Sobbing, she grabbed his arm and said, "Dave, look!" The plate read... Fuz 833!!
As their family today, consist of three kids, Alex 2, Noah 4, Hannah 6, plus two dogs, Sam and Indy, they have again upgraded to even a larger vehicle. But the licence plate still reads... Fuz 833.
Kala, Alex, Hannah, Noah and Dave
Indy
Sam
Jackson (Fuz)
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