When I saw Teddy at the pet store with three price slashes, I knew there was something wrong. He was three months old and never seen the outdoors. He was angry, biting, and just plain unhappy. Teddy was a dog that no one wanted, but I saw past that. It didn’t matter to me that his front legs were deformed and he had a negative attitude toward people. I knew he wanted to be loved and had love to share.

Three months later, he was beginning to come around, but he still had many issues. That’s when I decided to get him a friend. Her name is Teah. She was 8 weeks old and such a tiny thing. Teddy stuck to her like glue, following her around and keeping her safe.

Twelve years later, they’re still together, cuddling and playing. Teddy still has many issues, both psychological and physical, but whatever happened to him in those first three months of his life, he had overcome it. Now he’s the most loving dog ever, giving kisses and both of them never leave my side. We are a true family, going on adventures and exploring what life has to offer.

I’m grateful that these two wonderful dogs found me because as an author, their company is what gets me through the long days of writing. I’m truly blessed and I treasure them each and every day, but I can’t take all the credit. I may have done all the work, but Teah was the lifesaver.