Text Box: We have diverse beginnings, and few of us seem destined for “rescue” in the beginning. Most of us look forward to a happy future. Unfortunately, life in our world is often precarious, and a chance moment can plunge us into disastrous consequences--a door or gate carelessly left ajar, a few moments too long unattended, the onset of chronic illness, or the death of our loved one. Few can imagine our life once estranged for whatever reason--the loneliness, the helplessness, the pain. Life on the street is one of despair. We are beset with the cold that creeps into our thin bodies, the hunger that gnaws continually at the pit of our shrunken bellies, the terror of attack by packs of our own kind, and the incredible cruelty inflicted upon us by those who we instinctively love under normal circumstances. Some of us die a torturous death there--neglected, diseased, unwanted, and abused. There are luckier ones who are removed from the streets to shelters that will be their final destination--luckier because their suffering is terminated quickly. A very small number of us will eventually be saved by people like Barbara and Jim. They see beyond our dirty, matted coats, our anxiety and fear; instead, they look deep into our hearts where love’s flame still flickers faintly. These earthly angels care for us and love us while our bodies and souls heal, and then we wait. For those who never fully mend because of their experiences, they find permanent sanctuary. Looking back, it has been a difficult journey at times, but I think I am such a lucky fellow because I have had some wonderful friends along the way. There was the couple who found me on the street and took me home where they nursed me back to health. They truly loved me, but they couldn’t keep me; so they took me to Barbara and Jim where I was not in a hurry to leave. They never pushed me; I was allowed to wait until that day she came as I knew she would. My joy knew no bounds, and I could tell it was the same for her. As we pulled away, I turned to see the tears streaming down Barbara’s face, and I fully realized how deeply she loves each of us and how she worries in spite of her diligence in choosing our new homes. I wish I could tell her not to ever worry about me again. My loved one says only God will separate us now--and for only a little while. Then, we “will cross over Rainbow Bridge together.” ONLY 4 OF 50 DOGS BORN WILL FIND HOMES THAT LAST A LIFETIME Breta

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