To watch him decompress, to understand that he was safe, and to see him understand that food wasnt going to be a rare occasion anymore, and to earn his trust was moving on a level i can’t explain to you in words. To see him grow from fearful to confident & to understand what a HOME was, and that this was HIS *home* was a powerful experience.

From a skinny, broken scared boy in survival mode to a Prince.

Ill never forget this moment….the moment that broken old man was strong enough to do this….from only being able to walk on two legs, to this. Its amazing what Love can do.

I promised him i would give him as many days as i could possibly give. My goal was atleast 8 years. To balance out the 8 years of horror the first half of his life had been. Sadly i lost him to a collapsing trachea at just shy of his 14th ‘gotcha’ day. I still miss him badly. Watching him grow taught me so much & shaped who i am. The hardest day of my life was holding him as he crossed over to go to Heaven. I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Im not saying that purchased dogs arent wonderful, but rescue is something apart. You become an angel of mercy for someone who is totally without the ability to help themselves & needs an angel.

There exists a bond with a rescue, a gratitude & love, that is unique.

I lost Howie in march of 2017. In April, I rescued Teddy, who you all know very well.