To Rescue Or To Be Rescued

“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.” ― Milan Kundera

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Not all of us are fortunate enough to have a baby. But some of us are fortunate to be animal lovers, able to rescue a pet or two, making them our four-legged babies. Even as little girls, my sister and I were always on a lookout to find a lost kiddy, save a bird with a broken wing, rescue a dog or get a hamster. We even brought home a turtle and a snake at one point. My parents weren’t always too keen on having unexpected animals show up at our house but, for the most part, they supported our love for nature and all living things.
After a long pleading, my parents agreed for us to have our first and very own puppy. I named him Benny and had him for about 11 years before he died. He turned out to be so much more than just a dog. He was my best buddy, a constant companion throughout my most formative years of growing up.
Fast forward 25 years to my life in a different country on a different continent, I received an email (from a rescue organization to which I subscribed) that a year and a half old dog named Benny is in need of a loving home. I didn’t hesitate for one second and the same evening Benny had a brand new home. It didn’t take long to realize that it wasn’t Benny who was on the receiving end, in fact, it was me who was rescued. My life has been enriched by so much of pure love, which I didn’t realize was missing.
The best synchronicity of it all is that Benny not only shares the same name with my first puppy I loved in my childhood, he also shares the same birthday with me. Today we both celebrate our day of birth and the fact we found each other and rescued each other’s Soul.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BENNY BOY!
You are the synonym of pure love, cuddles, and happiness.
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