Trust of an Old Boy
TJ was about seven when he came to us; a street dog from a rescue centre. He was blind in one eye and had an old wound in one back leg; a very badly healed compound fracture. Most likely he had been hit by a car, and received no medical attention. The shin bone had set like the letter T. He slipped into the pack as if he had always been here; never complained, and took all life had to throw at him with a quiet dignity.
From him I learned acceptance.
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What a handsome chap! !
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Thank you. I agree! TJ always has a special place in my heart.
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