The sad truth is that dogs who are underweight or emaciated often wind up in animal shelters. It pains me to see creatures endure suffering until they are almost unrecognizable.
Despite being mistreated, some animals still have affection and trust for people, while others shrink in fear when they see a rescuer. It is not worthwhile to periodically reflect on what the latter have experienced.
It seems inconceivable to me that I could ever wish to cause harm to an animal. Furthermore, I find it inconceivable that anyone could derive any sort of pleasure from doing this.
That being said, I think dogs have a sixth sense that lets them tell the difference between good and terrible people.
Individuals who care with animals understand the significance of giving a neglected animal the chance to make contact. While playing and petting a dog to reassure it that you are not a threat is natural, it’s not always the greatest idea to do so.
Some folks just find it incomprehensible that a dog that has experienced cruelty might be surprised by a stranger.
Edie, the mixed-breed abandoned dog, would be euthanized in a few hours. She was terrified of people, and it had been a very long time since anyone had showed her any concern. Her fur was disheveled and she appeared to be severely malnourished.
You had to be an actual animal lover to give Edie another chance.
Watching the initial part of the video is difficult. Edie doesn’t know what to do because she is so afraid. She shakes her whole body and lets out a bark because she thinks this man is a threat.
But in the end, the man in the video is able to seize Edie and stop her from running away. He can now be near her.
The creation of a trust agreement proceeds swiftly after that. Edie begins to see that his intentions are not malicious; rather, they are to assist her. She virtually shows the moment she realizes she won’t be put down any longer.
Watch Edie’s reaction in the video below as she learns she’s been saved:
MY DAUGHTER TOLD ME I’M MAKING A FOOL OF MYSELF AFTER I SENT HER A PHOTO OF ME IN A WEDDING SUIT
The crisp white of the wedding suit stared back at him from the full-length mirror, a stark contrast to the weathered lines etched on his face. Arnold, at 75, felt a flutter of nervous excitement, a sensation he hadn’t experienced in decades. He smoothed down the lapels, a wide grin spreading across his face. Helen, his Helen, had said yes.
He couldn’t wait to share the news with his daughter, Emily. He snapped a quick photo, a proud, beaming smile plastered across his face, and sent it to her with a simple message: “Guess who’s getting married!”
He waited, his heart pounding with anticipation. The phone buzzed, and he eagerly opened the message. But the words that appeared on the screen were like a slap in the face.
“Dad, you’re making a fool of yourself. You’re too old to play dress-up and pretend you’re a groom. At your age, it’s pathetic. And what ‘LOVE’ could you possibly have at 75?!”
The smile vanished from his face, replaced by a deep, aching sadness. He felt a wave of shame wash over him, a feeling he hadn’t experienced since he was a young boy. Had he really become a pathetic old man, clinging to a childish dream?
He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, the wedding suit suddenly feeling like a heavy, suffocating weight. He remembered the first time he had met Helen, her warm smile, her gentle touch. They had met in the nursing home, two lonely souls finding solace in each other’s company.
Helen had brought a spark back into his life, a warmth he thought he had lost forever. She had listened to his stories, shared her own, and made him feel seen, truly seen, for the first time in years. He had fallen in love, a deep, abiding love that defied age and circumstance.
He looked at the photo of himself, the beaming smile now a ghostly reminder of his shattered joy. Was he really being ridiculous? Was he making a fool of himself?
He thought of Helen, her eyes filled with love and laughter, her hand warm in his. He thought of the joy they shared, the quiet moments of companionship, the feeling of being truly alive again.
He picked up the phone, his fingers trembling, and dialed Emily’s number.
“Emily,” he said, his voice quiet but firm, “I understand you’re concerned. But Helen makes me happy. She makes me feel alive again. And I’m not going to apologize for finding love at this stage of my life.”
“Dad, you don’t understand,” Emily pleaded. “People will talk. They’ll laugh at you.”
“Let them,” Arnold replied, his voice gaining strength. “I’m not living my life for them. I’m living it for myself, for Helen.”
“But Dad—”
“No, Emily,” Arnold interrupted. “This is my decision. I’m going to marry Helen. And I hope, one day, you’ll understand.”
He hung up the phone, a sense of resolve settling over him. He wouldn’t let anyone, not even his own daughter, steal his happiness.
He walked to the mirror, his gaze meeting his own. He looked at the lines on his face, the silver in his hair, and he saw not a pathetic old man, but a man who had found love, a man who had the courage to embrace it.
He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile. He would marry Helen. They would build a life together, filled with love and laughter, defying the expectations of others, proving that love, like life, has no age limit.
The wedding was small, intimate, filled with the warmth of genuine affection. Helen, radiant in her simple white dress, stood beside him, her hand clasped in his. They exchanged vows, their voices filled with love and promise.
As they walked down the aisle, hand in hand, Arnold felt a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in years. He had chosen love, chosen happiness, and he had chosen himself. And that, he knew, was the greatest gift of all.
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