Sometimes things happen in a crazy, serendipitous kind of way.
When you least expect it.
And not how you planned it at all.
We had decided we wanted to get a second dog, but weren’t looking with any sense of urgency. When it happens, it happens, and if it doesn’t, well, that’s ok too. And with being so involved with the rescue group, I knew the right one would probably find us eventually.
And so is the story behind Harry joining our family.
Rewinding to January when it all started…
There is a long back story to how I originally came to hear about Harry. I’ll spare you the tiny details, but suffice it to say that I was in the right place at the right time as his owner was surrendering him.
As soon as I saw his picture, I was done. Because he looks so much like our beloved Rosie who died in August.
The family had two days to find him a home and since he is a senior, my heart was breaking at the thought of him being passed around.
Again.
And there was a brief moment when it looked like the family was just going to leave him.
In their apartment. By himself. As they moved out.
And, well, you know I couldn’t let that happen either.
So of course we will pick him up.
And love him forever.
Because the night when all the back-and-forthing with the family and our rescue group was happening, I was falling more and more in love with a dog I hadn’t even met yet.
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