fanny morton

Yesterday, I adopted the oldest, sickest, most broken dog in the shelter. I’ll never forget the look in his eyes. When I walked up to his cage, he didn’t even look up—he was used to being ignored. Curled up in the corner, he had accepted his fate. The volunteers kept asking me, “Are you sure about this one? Are you sure?” Without hesitation, I said, “YES! This is my dog.” When the cage was opened, three other animals fell out, but I went straight to him. Suddenly, he looked up at me as if he were seeing an angel. I wrapped him in my arms and whispered, “You’re going to be happy again.” He fell asleep in my lap—perhaps the first peaceful sleep he’d ever known. Give them a chance. Give them love. They need us.