You've Got a Friend In Me

I met him when he was as at his lowest point in his life. He had been given up by his family three time, beaten, starved and broken to a point of no return. He hovered in the corner, shivering, with a gash on his face and dead eyes.

I had gone to the shelter to volunteer in previous weeks, and saw a dog named Bubba in the back. He was not available for the fact they said he was viscous and aggressive. His first family never even got to know him and dumped him at the shelter when he was just a little pup with his sister. His second family took him and brought him back within in weeks, saying he was not a correct fit, and his third human took him and beat him, until he was brought back to the shelter with dead eyes, and no heart.

And there he sat about two years old, with black and white spots, on death row, heartbroken. It was then I knew that I needed to save him. He needed to know what love was, and I felt like it was my job to show him.

I took him home and never went back to the shelter again. He hid in the closet for three days. He would not come out for food, water, anything. I stayed home from work and just cried, feeling helpless, frustrated and heartbroken. And then on the fourth day he came out while I was sitting and crying, and put his head on my leg and we never parted again.

It took time; I thankfully worked on a campaign at the time that let me bring Bubba to work. He laid under my desk, quiet as a lamb, only making a peep when he had to go outside. We spent hours on walks, days lying on the couch together researching, and it took months to get him to the point he was social with others. He was by my side at all times. We were attached, and Bubba was my love.

I have gone through campaigns, different rental houses, boyfriends (yes plural), fights with parents, weeks without talking to friends, some of the best times of my life and some of the worst, and Bubba has been my constant. I could have not asked for a better friend to stick by me. He has been my longest relationship to date.

I truly believe I did not go to the shelter to save Bubba, but I was brought to the shelter for Bubba to save me. He, lets me cry until their are no tears left, protects me when I am scared, he makes me get out of the house and go for the 4 mile jog that I really do not want to go on and when everyone else walks out he stays.

He is my puppy love and every girls dream.

You've got a friend in me
If you've got troubles, I've got 'em too
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you
We stick together and can see it through
Cause you've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me





Thank you to Karisa Cook for the beautiful photos. Check her out at HERE.