Friday, January 20, 2012
My name is Freddie. I used to be a homeless dog. No one wanted me because I'm older and have a badly broken front leg that turns out in a strange crooked way. My hips aren't what they used to be, either, so I tend to wobble when I walk. But that doesn't stop me from getting around. I had gotten so used to being passed by, I almost gave up hope of having a family, until one day a very nice lady looked at me and scratched my ears. It felt wonderful. Then she nodded and smiled, and the next thing I knew, she put me in a car and brought me home. And oh, what a home it is.
Now I live in an enormous house filled with lots of friendly people. It's a special place where older folks live when they need extra help. We have a lot in common. Many of them wobble when they walk, too. I'm always careful to give them plenty of room. I know how easy it can be to trip when you're not as sure-footed as you once were before arthiritis and fragile bones and vision problems take their toll.
My new friends like to sneak treats to me during meals while I sit under the table, quiet as a mouse. I especially enjoy it when someone strokes my fur and talks to me. Their eyes brighten and lips turn up, as though they're remembering something from a long time ago. I swish my tail in agreement with each one of their words.
But even though I now have a home and people who need me, I haven't forgotten how it felt to be alone. So it's my wish that every homeless animal has the same luck I did. Because no matter age or disability, we all want the same thing. The chance to prove that as long as our hearts beat, we'll love you.
Please consider adopting a senior and/or special needs pet like Freddie. What you'll receive in return is priceless!