When I first saw her — a shy pittie mix lingering near a truck stop — she looked lost, like she was waiting for someone who’d never return. Each time I passed, I told myself, If she’s still here next time, I’m getting her.
And one day, she was.
Armed with a McDonald’s cheeseburger, I knelt down and offered it to her. Without hesitation, she jumped straight into my car — as if she knew her life was about to change.
I’ll admit, at first I was nervous. People had filled my head with fear and misinformation about her breed. But my vet calmed my worries — and from the moment she came home, she proved that love doesn’t come with labels. She fit right in with my other dogs, even the tiny chihuahuas I was fostering.
She wasn’t chipped, had no collar, and I knew that a shelter would’ve judged her by her looks — not her heart. So, she stayed.
For more than ten beautiful years, she was family. When lung cancer came for her, I stayed by her side until the very end. She was loved every single day of her life — and I have never, ever regretted stopping that day. ❤️🐕
Credit to the rightful owner~