The puppy looked up at me with brown/grey/green eyes and obvious confusion as to why she was not already in the car with me. Iโll leave it up to fate, I said to myself. If sheโs here next weekend, Iโll bring her home. I didnโt tell Cindy that; she would not have understood. I told her Iโd think about it.
I met my dog in the summer of 1981 on the road going from Denver to Boulder, Colorado. Right next to the Lakeside Amusement Park, a car in the lane next to mine hit a dog, knocking him in front of my car.
As I stopped at a red light, I noticed a dog sitting in the middle of Renner Road where I was about to turn. She was covered in sleet and she was clearly frozen, not only from the cold, but from pure fear.
She was the ugliest dog I had ever seen, black and brown brindle, a Pitbull body with a Labrador head, a crooked leg but the clearest, most beautiful brown eyes. I trapped her in a live trap at the local landfill four years ago. The guys who worked there had picked the trap up and placed it under the awning. It was a cold and wet November afternoon.
The second rule was, no sleeping on my bed. The first morning, I woke up and found myself staring at this sweet little face on the pillow next to me, and he was staring back. I laughed, and the second rule went out the window. Little did I know that long ago morning what an amazing journey it would be with Buddy, and that one day he would save my life, as I had saved his.
She was there when an important relationship fell apart and I thought my heart would never heal. She looked at me with soulful eyes as if to say, โIt will be alright and life goes on.โ And she was right, for someone new came into my life, whose friendship I treasure to this day.
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