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It was time. Time for me to be found. I had nowhere left to go.

I had a collar. They got it for me when it was time to move outside. It had to be a strong collar to hold the chain. I belonged to someone, somewhere, sometime. Shouldn’t they be looking for me?

I had a collar. A collar that holds the secrets I cannot reveal. It tells my story.

The floor was hard and cold. It was the best they could do. They showed me kindness. I was inside, my belly fed, no longer rummaging for food. I was safe. I wait. Maybe they will find me?

I have no concept of time  (this is something invented by humans). But I wait patiently. Hours and days go by; I grow more weary and defeated. And I wonder what will become of me.

The others bark  and wag; hoping they will no longer be held to the  secrets of lives past. So many of them. All forgotten, unwanted.  I lie still in my sorrow, my once beautiful fur falling out, the brightness in my eyes dimmed. I’m thin. My ears hurt. My skin is infected and I’m so itchy. I had pups not long ago; what has become of them? I’m so tired. And I look so old.. no one will want me..but really I’m only about  3 ..

“A” walks past and stops. “ I asked him to let the dog out.. he told me she was old, etc.….  He opened her cage…”  I remind her of one not long ago lost, her soul ever present. She sees who I was and who I can still become. She drops to the ground and cries.

“ The pound owner did not know what to say.  If I tried to get up – she would push herself more into me.  I hugged her – …

 I stood up and she gently jumped and put her paws on me – it was to say – pls don’t leave me here. I could not take her today..I cried all the way home…..but then realized every time I get fed up doing rescue -  a dog like her is the reason I do it.”

“A” returns the next day. For me!  This is the moment. Ever so gently, she leads me away. Away to a place that is even warmer; where they wash me, and give me medicine. I feel better.

The next day I go to “L’s”, a place where the dogs have no fear. They have beds, couches, and blankets. They are happy. And loved. And although I’ve only just arrived, I am loved too.

My dignity has returned.

I have a new collar.

The photographer, “S” arrives and, like “A”, she feels it too. Fighting back tears, she aches with the memories I evoke. I feel it. “S” is remembering one who waits for her at the bridge. I nudge her and she is submerged in an ocean of moments gone by. She throws the ball and, again and again I retrieve it, jump for it.

I can run. Jump. Play. Love. Be loved. I’m free. I’m so happy.

And now I know I’m special.

I’ve survived. Because I know there is someone out there that has an empty space waiting just for me. Someone I can love. And who will love me back.

The old collar is cracked, caked in dirt, rusted. I have a new one. And the promise of a new life.

If you would like to help save others like Bonnie, please visit Rosie’s website at www.rosieanimaladoption.org to find out how you can help.

Thank-You!

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