The Day I Rescued My Best Friend
1 CommentWednesday, 16 November 2016 | D for Dog
As long as I could remember, I’ve always had a heart for comforting those in a time of need. I’m not sure what brought me to the shelter that day, but I couldn't help but feel like I was meant to be there at that exact moment in time.
They brought her in to me. We were in a dimly lit room littered with broken dog toys. When our eyes met for the first time, there was a feeling of familiarity, though we had never seen each other before. I saw in her eyes something broken, something in need of redemption, but something also so full of hope.
I got down low next to her, and just sat in silence. I’ve never said much, and at this moment silence was all we needed.
She began leaning on me. I began leaning back on her.
The minutes turned into an hour, and before I knew it our time in the room was up.
I had been in this same room many times before with others. But nothing ever clicked. This time, however, was different.
That day, we walked out of that shelter side by side. The beginning of a beautiful friendship.
And my tail wagged all the way home.
There’s a funny thing about this story you see. When I hear my human tell it, she gets it a bit wrong. The details are all the same, but the roles are reversed. Oddly enough, my human thinks she rescued me. Little does she know, I rescued her.
In a shelter somewhere at this very moment is one of my brothers or sisters. Waiting. Not just to be rescued, but to rescue.
Let us be your hero. Let us pull you out of whatever struggle you’re going through.
Please adopt. Because it WILL save a life, and that life might just be your own.
Written by J. Palmer