My very first “adulthood” pet was a pitbull named Bella. Kind, gentle, obedient and so snuggly, my best friend before I had kids and even more so after I had two of them. She saddly passed away at only 8 years old. So attached and distraught, I told myself I’d never love or have another dog again, I just couldn’t handle the broken heart.

A couple months passed, home was not the same. I missed everything about her. I mentioned looking into an adoption, but unsure if I was ready…

October 4th, I ran out to run errands while secretly my husband and son ran by HVHS to take a “peek” to see who was there. That’s when my son found Ranger (previously Asparagus). I came home to this small innocent puppy full of love and energy, just wanting to play and cuddle. I started crying because I instantly felt guilty.

As each day passed, it got eaiser. I got to know Rangers personality, seen how he has positively affected our family, and realized that Ranger has filled a giant hole in my heart. I will never replace Bella, 8 years of precious memories -she has taught me to be a better dog mom. After almost 7 months with Ranger, he has taught me it’s ok to love again.

When Ranger’s day comes a loooooong loong long time from now, I’ll know I gave him the best life possible and that I couldn’t have done it without thinking of my baby girl Bella.

Thank you HSHV for Ranger, he is truly the one who rescused me.

#whoreacusedwho

Asparagus now Ranger