11/23/2025
Yesterday, we went to the shelter to meet a dog weād been planning to adopt. We had everything readyātreats, a new bed, the excitement of finally bringing home a new family member.
But the moment we saw him, our hearts just sank.
Bull Terriers are usually wiggly, goofy, full of loveābut he wasnāt any of that. He sat pressed against the corner of his kennel⦠head down, body tense, eyes heavy with the kind of sadness you can feel without a single sound.
One of the staff members quietly said, āHeās been here for months⦠people walk right past him. Bull Terriers get overlooked a lot. Heās shut down from waiting.ā
The way he sat thereāso still, so scared, so unsure of the worldābroke something inside us. I looked at my partner⦠they looked at meā¦
No words needed.
I just whispered, āWeāre taking him home.ā
The car ride back was silent. No tail wags, no excited sniffingājust a tired soul trying to understand why life had been so rough.
But every so often, he lifted his head to peek out the window, the sunlight catching the soft gray of his coat⦠like he was trying to believe something good might finally be happening.
And that night, he curled up in the corner of his new room and fell asleepādeeply, peacefullyāmaybe for the first time in a long while.
One dog. One bruised little heart. And a whole new life waiting for him.
Welcome home, sweet boy. Youāll never be overlooked again. Youāll never be alone again.