He was in love with Libby, probably spent lifetimes trying to find her, and now that he did, was not going to settle for anything else. And Libby heard him.
He was so little, stood bravely by the gate and looked straight into my eyes each time I walked by. I already had taken two “code red” dogs and my facility/home was rapidly filling up, so I thought to myself that as cute as he is, somebody will either tag or adopt him, and headed to the truck.
Sometimes, you can look at the photo of a certain dog and know that he or she is “your” dog, and meeting the dog in person only validates the gut feeling. It has happened to me many times, and anyone who truly believes in the intuitive essence of these sentient beings understands that pets find their way to you for a reason.
I don’t know how to love just a little. All my life it’s always been all or nothing, be it man or beast. So, it’s quite easy for me to fall in love with the dogs that come into my life as part of this “death row” dog mission, and it doesn’t take long. It’s a bittersweet moment when I hand them over to their “new” home. For me to turn my back on these dogs is not an option, despite the pain of letting go.