Three years ago today, my life changed when a furry little mutt named “Tito” reluctantly left the Poteau Valley Humane Society in Poteau, Oklahoma with me on a three-hour journey through melting snow. He didn’t realize he was going to his forever home.
With my mother in the driver’s seat, I sat and held him in the backseat as he shook, puked and looked at me with fear, confusion and nausea. “Tito” became his middle name, because he looked a lot more like a Sebastian to me and Mom.
As I write this, he’s rolled up in a little ball and snuggled right next to me. He
enjoys walks, chasing, tummy rubs, and the 40,000 toys in his basket. He’s loved by his groomers, the staff at the vet clinic, the neighborhood, my family and friends and almost everyone he meets. He’s a graduate of three obedience classes and is now a zillion times more confident than when we first met.
I’m so glad to have him, and knowing that I saved his life makes me even more thankful.
For more about how Sebastian entered my life, read his story at the Canidae Responsible Pet Ownership Blog.