I like our weekends together. Watching Lily running around like crazy, sniffing, chasing birds, pretending to be a real huntress makes me feel life goes on. Being alive is not trembling in the corner of the kennels in the shelter, it’s being covered in mud, tired and happy.Each of my dogs has always given me so much, simply for the normality of dogs’ lives that I was able to offer them in exchange. Feeling needed is addictive, the pure joy on Lily’s face is like a drug. Watching her like that, discovering horses, sheep, rabbits and other dogs gives me the rush of dopamine, I want to stay alive and carry on.
Every time I get another of the ‘lost cases’, a dog that people had let down and given up on, I feel the warm assurance of the thought: a life has been saved once more. My life.