If not for the kindness of a stranger…
I had not had Tristan home very long at all when I got a message that there was someone who wanted to sponsor Tristan. I met Tammy on a rainy cold night in the parking lot of Petsmart. She had heard Tristan’s story and wanted to help him, to give him things he had never had in his life…his very own toys, a soft cushy bed, matching collar and leash and many many tasty treats. His story touched her heart and I was in awe of the kindness from this complete stranger. She has followed along, sharing in his triumphs, his struggles and his amazing courage. She has become a friend and I always look forward to sharing Tristan updates with Tammy!
Not long after I had started the blog, one of the messages I received was from a woman named Shannon B, who told me she was there the day Tristan was taken out of the shelter to be transported to the vet where I would later pick him up. I remember weeping as I read her words, as I knew all too well the vivid description of this poor terrified dog she spoke of. She too was touched by Tristan in a very special way, I know she could not get him out of her head or her heart and I am so glad she has been able to follow his story and share in his new life. She has been so so generous with her pledge of the dog-lbs efforts and a huge source of support for me personally. Today I came home to find a big care package for Tristan to celebrate the official adoption! I feel so blessed to have made the connection with a fellow animal lover and wonderful person and to know that someone was there for Tristan in his darkest hour, to show him kindness when he knew only fear and pain. I can’t thank her enough….but I try!
Then there are the supporters of the dog-lb project, from many cities, and countries around the world who I don’t know and might never meet but I know them from their encouraging words, support and commitment to help me move forward. They give of their time, of their money, and share their own stories, struggles and hopes. The people who walk with me, the friendships that have developed and the difference in my own life as well as the lives of many dogs that hang in the balance waiting to be pulled from the isolation of death row every day. It is a massive bundle of goodness and goodwill and kindness that I have never know. I can’t ever forget that it is Tristan who brought me out of a very dark and dangerous struggle with depression and became my reason to wake up each morning.
All of this from a dog that nobody wanted, that no one loved, a dog that the warden deemed “unfit” for adoption. I sit here today and can say to you with every fiber of my being… he was so very wrong.