Rescued by someone with a good heart who could not meet his needs.
Taken in by my parents and immediately formed an indescribable bond with my dad. Trotted straight up to him, sat down, looked up at him like, you are the one I was waiting for.
He came from an awful life that we could only imagine through his scars. Vets told us he had been beaten with a blunt object causing a broken leg near the shoulder with significant damage. He always had a slight limp.
He had scars all over his beautiful face, his muscles had been unnaturally built, probably using heavy chains and the suspicion was he had been in dog fighting.
However, he was the most placid beautiful dog. Not an angry bone in his body. He was terminally afraid of certain noises and we knew this was due to abuse.
He spent 6.5 years in unconditional love.
Although he was unwell due to an autoimmune condition that ultimately killed him, he loved and enjoyed life, loved his people and Percy.
This picture is one of the first times he experienced grass and being free to roll around.
I will never forget his soulful eyes, his patience and calm, assertive nature. We saved his life, but he changed ours. ❤❤