Max was dumped at the pound. Not only did his owners totally abandon him, they signed him over for euthanasia.
He was petrified around men. Spending several days with him he came out of his shell enough to convince the manager to give him a chance. A male would vet-check him. If he showed aggression, he’d be euthanised.
The day I found out will forever be one of those days I remember exactly where I was at the time – the feeling that washed over when I heard. The elation felt at that moment, indescribable beyond feeling altogether.
Three words. On their own don’t mean much, together mean more than anything ever could. Max was alive.
Like some final act of merciless cruelty, his owners tried to tell us he wasn't worth saving. Im so grateful we didn't listen.
This brave boy left my care into the loving arms of his forever family a month later.
This boy had such an impact on me in a short time, it felt like I was saying goodbye to my child who'd finally outgrown his mum, off to begin the next stage in his life. In reality though, he found his way home.