One year ago today, the volunteers at the local animal shelter held an adoption drive at the pet store. I got up and went down there-- just to see what they had.
As I walked down the cages and carriers of dogs and puppies, there was one that jumped out at me.
He was dull.
He was brown.
He was skinny.
He was sick.
He was sad.
As soon as I saw him, I knew he was mine.
One year later, he is fat, healthy, and happy, and my life is better for having him in it.
Jesse, this one is for you.