It Was Me — I’m THE ONE
She deserved a dignified death, but that didn’t lessen the guilt and heartbreak.
I couldn’t believe it! Sparkling puppy eyes peered up from a dilapidated cardboard box. FREE in black sharpie was written on the broadside of the container. Garage sale shoppers were milling about the driveway and some were holding puppies scooped from the box.
They looked suspiciously like pure bred Labradors.
“Yes,” I heard the owner say, “our black Lab had fourteen puppies and these final four are free to good homes. They are coming up on needing shots that I don’t want to pay for. They have pedigrees that will remain undocumented due to the cost I’m not willing to commit to. If you promise a good home the puppy’s yours.”
My heart was won the instant I held her up to my nose for inspection. She was a beauty! She was the picture of health. She was coming home with me!
The result of sneaking out of my sound-asleep household on a Saturday morning in search of second-hand treasure was this lucky, jack-pot find! I entered my home with this little gem of a pup in the crook of my arm. My littlest child spied her first — squealing her welcome — bringing my curious older two.
