10/08/2026
I was afraid of you.
You were barking like you might attack me if that heavy chain ever broke. But I still came for you because I couldn’t leave you outside to freeze.
Getting you into my car was hard. Getting you out of the vet’s office, scared and growling, was even harder. I was terrified. But you must have been terrified too.
You had never known anything but that chain and the life you were trapped in. I pulled you away from everything familiar, put you in a car, took you inside a building, and let strangers give you shots. You couldn’t know we were trying to help.
Then I led you to a rescue. I thought they would give you the chance you deserved, the chance to learn what it meant to be safe, to be loved, to just be a dog. Instead, they were going to kill you behind my back.
I was afraid of you, and I still brought you to the very place that was supposed to save you. I will always carry that with me. Thank goodness your foster stepped in and saved your life.
You went to training and worked so hard. You learned. You tried. You showed everyone what a good dog you could be. And still, no one has opened their home to you.
I keep thinking about how many times people have failed you, and how unfair it is that you’re still waiting for the one thing you’ve always deserved: a family of your own.
You need a patient, loving home where you can feel safe. You’d do best as the only pet, or with one calm dog who can be introduced slowly. You don’t need someone to feel sorry for you. You need someone willing to give you a chance.
I promised you I would help you find your happy ending. I’m still trying. Please don’t let him keep waiting.