One evening, Linda Munkley’s dog, Bea, jumped on the sofa and began sniffing her chest. At first, Linda wasn’t bothered by her dog’s strange behavior, but she wouldn’t leave her alone.
Linda began checking her chest, but she found nothing out of the ordinary. Bea continued pestering her every day sniffing the same place for a further two months. Then Linda made a disturbing discovery. She found a lump in the exact area Bea had been sniffing.
Doctors told her it was breast cancer. Linda began a six-month course of chemotherapy. Shortly after, Bea’s daughter, Enya, also began jumping up and nuzzling Linda’s chest. After her third chemo session, something bizarre happened. Both Bea and Enya began to leave her alone.
Linda eventually had an operation to remove the lump. Doctors discovered that the chemo had already killed the cancer cells. Linda believes this is why her dogs suddenly stopped pestering her.
Doctors told Linda early detection had saved her skin. Her dogs were hailed as miracle workers.
Dogs are called human’s best friends for a good reason. Remarkable stories of their fierce loyalty and unconditional love are not hard to find.
The morning of September 11th, 2001, started like any other day for Michael Hingson and his dog Roselle, but it was about to be turned upside down.
Michael worked at the World Trade Center. At 8:46 AM, American Airlines Flight 11 crashed into the offices a few floors above him. All hell broke loose. The building shook, co-workers screamed, and a mass panic broke out.
As people rushed to the exits and smoke filled the air, Michael felt a strange calm. It came from his guide dog, Roselle. Her training had made her immune to the chaos surrounding her. She simply waited for her owner to give the word before making a move.
Michael made sure everyone else in the office had evacuated. He then asked Roselle to lead the way. Michael had been blind since birth. Roselle would be his guide down 78 flights of stairs. It was a demanding and terrifying journey, but his dog did not panic. Along the way, firefighters passed and patted her head. She calmly navigated every obstacle and guided Michael to safety.
Once they were outside the towering inferno the danger was far from over. The South Tower collapsed and covered them in a blanket of dust. With Roselle leading, Michael ran for his life.
Both man and dog survived that terrible day. Roselle passed away ten years later, aged thirteen. Michael said he will never forget his dog. He explains, “That human-animal bond, that trust, and faith, helped me live another day.”