A year ago today, I drove up to the adoption center anxious to meet you for the first time. I had seen your photos online and was hoping you lived up to your description. Not knowing your full history or where you came from, I hoped you would be a good fit for our family.
You were a little shy at first, but I didn't blame you. You had been in a kill shelter with a number assigned to you, that should it have been called, would have meant the end of your life. I know that must have been scary, and I can't even begin to imagine how you ended up there. Did someone else not want you? That idea, to me, is unfathomable.
Fortunately, you were picked up by a rescue group and placed in a loving foster home. You were probably just getting used to things there when we picked you up, put you in our car, and drove you nearly 300 miles to Baton Rouge. I'm sure it was a very confusing time for you.
But within a week, I could see you beginning to open up to us. You could tell that we loved you and were going to take care of you. And quickly, you became family. You make us smile every day, and your many little quirks keep our whole family laughing. Your "personality" continues to flourish with time, and you make it impossible not to love you.
It's been a crazy year to say the least. We almost lost you, and I don't know how I would have handled that. I'm thankful that God has kept you here with us to celebrate a year together. I don't know what this next year will hold, but I pray every day that we will celebrate more "adoptiversaries" throughout the years. Adopting you is one of the best decisions we have ever made. You are a special little dog, and we are so blessed that you rescued us.