Pets

I am sitting right next to my special rescue doggie, asleep on the couch and almost as big as I am. I am scarred for life by this poor fellow, his past life was a horror and every now and then out of the blue he bites my arm or hand or leg and hangs on while I wait and bleed. I have an arm with scars I will take into the earth with me, deep scars because of how someone or ones treated him before I got him, less than a year old. No I will not have him put down. No I will not send him away. I love him and he loves me and slowly we are getting his issues sorted out and I am hoping we are almost there. Our other rescue had the hardest life I have ever heard of. 7-10 years eating rocks, dog food only enough to keep him living tied to a tree no matter the weather. Neighbors who took him to only have the shelter in their small town give him back. Nope, they are mine and I love them. I treat them the way they should have always been treated. Their presence is my life. I am getting older, enough so that they might outlive me. My oldest son will be their savior. For all these reasons and for reasons I cannot even explain this just blew me away this morning.