If a picture truly says a thousand words as literature often purports, then this one screams them at an ungodly hour causing you to never sleep kindly again.
Since we adopted LeDoux i’ve been searching for pictures of him from his past perhaps a puppy photo, but this is what i found. This is the day the rescue picked him up from the Metro in Casper, WY where he sat broken footed and nameless. They’d given up on him and believed no one wanted him, i reckon he was probably going for the chop. Could you imagine? This wonderful big boy to be put down or left to rot in a cage because “no one would want him.” Well we sure as fuck did. I can’t let my mind wander too far, but imagine all the wonderful big and little and ugly and sweet and good dogs living in kennels or living along the mile waiting for a needle like some convict, all because some ass hat has a brain smaller than a thimble dick. All because they had a bad day, don’t get paid enough or whatever whatever. I don’t care. It’s just a waste of life.
Dude (LeDoux) was originally found stooped against the municipality building with a mangled hind foot. As i’ve previously stated in another post, the rescue couldn’t fix the issue as it had already healed. Now and again he’ll limp but he manages just as easy on three legs as he does on four.
Im so grateful that the rescue picked him up, and that we were able to meet him on a random Saturday (having only made the arrangement Friday night), because i genuinely can’t imagine how much i’d be struggling without him. I can manage alright because i’ve done so for years, but whats a life worth when its scrapes by till it dies and causes loved ones to go unsteady? All negative and nill feeling, dead inside; living only on love when facing it.
I got it good, real good. I married my guardian angel, got the loveliest big dog that does his best and as always im living the dream. Everyday. The rest will settle.