mikeofaustin
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I was recently reminded of a very special memory. The memory begins with an "all employees" email that had pictures of a potentially dying dog. The photos showed a dog that was on his last breath of life and hope. It also included a short story about how a person witnessed this animal being thrown from a truck window while driving down the highway, just as a cigarette were tossed out. A perfect human stopped and picked up the animal to take it directly to the vet. The dog broke his leg and the vet declared it was most likely that he would lose his leg (if not his life). The photos in this email depicted a sad, dying dog, laying limpness on blankets with no hope at all. If you ever had problems identifying the sadness look on a dog, you would have no problem doing so after you saw these photos. This animal had abandoned all hope and life. The dog was bandaged, weak, dying, and mentally weathered by his previous owners mistreatment. You could see a soul that was very sad just by the photos alone.
It was about a year later when I finally learned that a co-worker had taken him in. I learned this by accident as I was looking through some photos of him with friends and family. What I noticed, in about half of his photos, was a happy dog. It depicted him entering caves, swimming in rivers, camping expeditions and also playing around the house. These photos showed my co-worker with a dog and they were a true team. They showed a dog that was so proud to be in every photo, almost as if this dog was also posing for every photo himself, pushing his chest out with a huge tail hanging high in the air showing his happiness. He truly was a very happy dog. If you ever had trouble identifying a truly happy smile on a dog before, you would have absolutely no trouble at all in identifying it now if you saw these photos. It was then I asked him about his dog and he reminded me about the dog that lost all hope a year earlier.
My co-worker, being much younger than me, is the 'outdoors man/adventurer type'. I was never that close to this co-worker, but the simply thing that he did, made him a Guardian Angel in my book and will forever have my complete respect. This dog continues to this day, to live a very adventurous life, and is always a part of new adventures every weekend with his awesome new master. Seeking out new rivers, caves, camping expeditions, and overall grand adventures. I only wish I were more like this coworker I once knew.
(I stole this photo of the dog... Shhhhhhh).
It was about a year later when I finally learned that a co-worker had taken him in. I learned this by accident as I was looking through some photos of him with friends and family. What I noticed, in about half of his photos, was a happy dog. It depicted him entering caves, swimming in rivers, camping expeditions and also playing around the house. These photos showed my co-worker with a dog and they were a true team. They showed a dog that was so proud to be in every photo, almost as if this dog was also posing for every photo himself, pushing his chest out with a huge tail hanging high in the air showing his happiness. He truly was a very happy dog. If you ever had trouble identifying a truly happy smile on a dog before, you would have absolutely no trouble at all in identifying it now if you saw these photos. It was then I asked him about his dog and he reminded me about the dog that lost all hope a year earlier.
My co-worker, being much younger than me, is the 'outdoors man/adventurer type'. I was never that close to this co-worker, but the simply thing that he did, made him a Guardian Angel in my book and will forever have my complete respect. This dog continues to this day, to live a very adventurous life, and is always a part of new adventures every weekend with his awesome new master. Seeking out new rivers, caves, camping expeditions, and overall grand adventures. I only wish I were more like this coworker I once knew.
(I stole this photo of the dog... Shhhhhhh).
