The first thing that popped into my mind was the story below. My own dog "Baby" was a runt. My husband did not want me to buy her. He said she was sickly and would not survive. I told him I loved her, she needed me.
Yes I have had to work hard to keep her going. I had to come home from work every two hours to administer meds because she was hypoglycemic. And she has seizures now and always tries to come to me when one is starting to happen. She is my faithful companion, my loyal friend, my shadow. She is sitting in my office chair with me now.
I am so glad I picked her. I needed her.
and now onto my contribution....
And the sign read...
FREE TO GOOD HOME.
Jimmy looked down into the box and saw two scared brown eyes looking back.
“Paw! Come look!”
Delmar walked over and looked down into the box and saw a sickly mutt, a runt. “You don’t want him son, he won’t live long.”
“Paw, the man says nobody wants him. I want him Paw.”
Delmar looked at his sickly son, both legs in braces, now holding the ugly mutt. His heart swelled.
“He’ll need a lot of care son, you think your old enough to handle that?”
“Yes sir paw, he needs me and I need him.”
Please take a few minutes to pop over to Jenny Matlock's blog (off on my tangent) and read this week's Saturday Centus stories. You can get there by clicking on this link: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturday-centus.html
Thanks for stopping by. ~Ames