Just over a year ago I some how managed to gather my strength and end a physically and psychologically abusive relationship. When I moved out I was left with almost no money in my pocket and was forced to returned home to live with my parents. For months I was lost in a deep depression, it felt like something was missing in my life. A friend. A confidante. Someone I could tell everything to who wouldn't judge or offer unsolicited advice.
For months I looked for the perfect dog, my only requirement being 'not a black lab'. I have had labs before and thought I wanted something different. I was wrong. My mom handed me a newspaper clipping, someone had a litter of lab/boxer/blue heeler mutts and was giving them away for free. I called the next day. They had three left, but by the time I got there they only had one.
I stood outside the small make-shift kennel petting the mom's head when a tiny little black head poked out of the dog box. The little pup walked about half way to me, sat down, and cocked her head to the side as if to say, "hmm, you might have potential". Then she ran right to me and was instantly at home in my arms.
I've had Onyx for a year now and she is the best friend I've ever had. There is no level of depression her little puppy face can't cure. Not a moment goes by that I don't thank God for introducing her into my life. Slowly, she is teaching me how to find joy in the little things again. We are now a package deal; Love me, love my dog! She truly rescued this human.
Mercer, PA
