More: She walked into our lives, literally, one day during a time when our lives were turned upside down. My mama (my grandmother who raised me) was a month from leaving us, and the dog, we nicknamed Missy m, after the Mississippi River because all our dogs are named after NOLA, just stayed. She wasn’t chipped. Nobody answered our posts about her being found. Strange thing was she wouldn’t leave mama. And she belonged. The inevitable happened and mama DID leave us. About a week later, Missy did too. I posted again that a stray we’d been keeping had gotten lost, and a woman answered. She happened to be the owners daughter, who had info. I called her, and she told me the dog was her mother’s dog who had also passed away not long after Missy ran away. We ended up hopping in the same car together that day, driving around hunting her, crying a little, and the kicker? When I asked her real name? She told me that the dogs real name was Missy- the same thing we’d been calling her all this time. We finally found her…at her old owners house, playing with a dog. She’s tracked a good mile or two in a few minutes flat maybe to check one last time on her mama, just like I wish I could do nowadays. The daughters asked if we could keep her, and to this day, she’s the best thing that’s happened to us. She’s an old soul of all the dogs past tied up with the souls of our mamas that have to have met somewhere in Heaven because things like that don’t just happen. She’s a good dog- a really, really good dog with a good story and a good name sent straight from Heaven.