Mama: Sure Eve. Are you ready?
Mama: Here we go:
His still body lay at the bottom of the ditch. At a glance he appeared dead but on closer inspection you could see his broad chest rise slightly and fall. The blood on his back hid the possible source of his pain.
The gentle arms of a woman picked him up and carried him to her car. The blood and the gasps for air told her his time was short. She carefully laid his body on the passengers side of the front seat. His eyes opened lazily and slowly closed again.
The X-rays showed the pellets that had showered through his spine, the result of a shotgun blast to his back. She struggled to understand the cruelty he had endured. The doctor told her he was too old and fragile to do much except keep him comfortable.
The woman watched him grow stronger. She watched the legs become useful. The doctor marveled at all he had overcome with nothing more than a will to live and a woman who loved him. His staggered walk became steadier. He would always walk with a limp. The limp reminded the woman of all the dog had been through. He was devoted to the woman. Their love had conquered what seemed insurmountable...a 12 year old pit bull who was shot by his owner and left to die in a ditch.
She was warned about fighting pit bulls. She was told that they never lost that desire to kill. But his eyes were soft and he looked at her with an appreciation of all she had done. The fight to kill was gone. He now fought for his future, his future with the woman. He knew she was his. She knew he was hers.
The crisp, signed adoption papers only confirmed what they both already knew.. that their love of one another had healed the scars of the past and brought them a future of joy.
Eve: Mama, I have tears on my fur.
Mama: He was a wonderful dog Eve. His name was Harley. He was with the woman for the rest of his life.