The following is a letter to a rescued dog named “Bubba,” who was saved by the rescue group, The REAL Bark. Bubba survived a life of abuse and after being saved, he finally knew love – after his passing, his rescuers wrote him a letter of love and respect…
The new order begins the day we get our loving hands on you.
The order of things.
You come from all over, you pups.
Some discarded, some an inconvenience, some neglected, some lost, some forgotten, some after years on the streets, some handicapped, and some, Dear Bubba, brutalized daily and then disposed of.
But then the order begins.
And for us – your rescuers – the honor to know you starts the INSTANT we meet.
First comes a daily application of LOVE from an entire Team that WANTS YOU with us. We find out as much about you as we can, and then we decide the course. Some of you need structure and training, some of you need a radical make-over, some of you need to learn that we are from Kindness. Some MANY of you need an apology – for how humans have treated you in the past. We may have to go slow with some of you. Sometimes months before you will allow us near you. Some of you were caged your whole life and need us to teach you to walk.
And some just need to understand that you did NOTHING wrong. That you never deserved to be beaten, Bubba. That they could not toughen you up, because you had a gentle soul…
They could never break your Spirit.
Your former human came at you daily. And it devastates our hearts, that you likely had that same smile on your face while it happened.
You had a dog pal. That friend died of neglect from the same humans, and when they realized that there were not enough kicks to make you something you were not ever going to be, they opened the gate and told you to leave.
And because of your loyal nature…because forgiveness was so easy for you…
And because you probably thought they would take you back, you never went far from that neighborhood.
You hung around, sweet kid, because you thought they were your people.
A new day.
You ran through the streets, but someone tracked you.
Your future had an eye on you, and followed you in and out of traffic, until you were safe.
And this girl, Amanda, had an idea.
She worked with a Rescue that would love you like you had been yearning to be loved.
No accidents: A four year old scarred, homeless, black, male Pit Bull, and this person who just happen to cross your path, had people that would Adore you…
Would Heal you…
Would Not disappoint you.
You were not a mystery to us.
You were BEAUTY, and Gentility, and Easy, and Soft.
You were not your scars. Not your stereotype. Not your size.
And how you became SO kind – after what the neighbors told us was done to you – will forever remain a part of us.
The love you were NEVER shown, was somehow alive in your heart.
You did not like dogs – You LOVED them.
Your friends were many as soon as you joined us.
How you loved the littles, Bubba. How careful with them you were.
You could not get enough of ten pound Mr. Bates climbing on top of you, and wrestling.
And watching you enjoying yourself – watching you HAPPY – secretly broke our hearts.
This is who you were.
This is who you were never allowed to be.
So the new order had you join us, heal, rehabilitate, claim your path, help you understand your greatness, and then proceed to finding your right, new people.
We have done it so many times.
And on rare occasion, beloved Bubba, the story is told differently.
On rare occasion, the adoptive future is not ours to tell.
Near three months in, and several adoption events where you were a true lamb. So kind to all. Yet no one noticed, but us. Not one interest.
Did you feel that?
You started losing weight.
We got you a new, amazing doctor, and everything inside looked normal.
What you needed more than anything – as you were telling us – was to get into a home.
OK. So we made that happen.
Aaron and his girl Maddie, thoughtfully took you to foster, in their home.
In foster you found Peace.
You loved your daily hikes.
You loved all the special food stacked upon your plate, and starting gaining back your weight.
You loved the attention and affection, the bed and the sun, the naps and the play that happened ’round the clock.
That famous smile of yours was forever on your face.
Finally IN a house, and not chained outside one.
Finally hugged daily, and not kicked or hit.
Finally without fear, and not waiting for the brutal…
And on your afternoon walk, with the sun out, and a slight breeze blowing, and because you were SAFE surrounded by your friends, you looked up, and you finished Life, Bubba, because you finally BELONGED.
Our hearts hung heavy when you laid down and left.
No one saw it coming, but you.
Bubba: Did you feel the hundreds of our kisses, that tried to bring you back?
Did you feel the tears that fell upon your body, not yet ready for your exit?
Did you know that all of us thought of you every day that you were alive…that you were a Hero to us…
and that we were determined to find you everything your heart desired?
Foolish humans, huh?
We were all looking for your new house and new adopter…
and you had already decided, Bubba, that you had your Family…that you were finally HOME…and that you were okay to go.
You decided this adoption.
You held on for it.
You adopted us, and when you felt SAFE, LOVED, WANTED, PRAISED, and SUPPORTED, you laid down and died.
You remain so alive in our hearts, lovely kid.
Thank You for choosing us to be your people.
Thank You for Trusting when no one taught you how.
Whatever they hurt inside you is now at rest.
Whatever they told you, now you know the truth.
Peaceful, Easy Sleep, Gentle Knight.
Your Battle for Love was Won.
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