When my dog Rusty slipped out of the gate during a thunderstorm, I thought I’d lost him forever. But then, one afternoon, the shelter called me with four words that changed everything: “We think we have your dog.”
As I walked into the shelter, time seemed to slow. And when his eyes met mine, he made that ridiculous half-chuff sound he always used when I came home late. Then he bolted into my arms and collapsed there, shaking, heavy, real.
But it was what happened next that changed everything. Tied to his collar was a note from the person who had found him – a stranger who had taken Rusty in, fed him chicken, and cared for him when I couldn’t.
The note read: “Found him crying in an alley. Fed him chicken. He followed me for a week. I wanted to keep him, but I’m going to rehab. He deserves better.”
I was overwhelmed by both grief and gratitude. Someone out there had cared for my dog when I couldn’t. And that someone turned out to be Mateo, a man who had been struggling with addiction and homelessness.
Mateo’s story was one of struggle, but also of hope. Despite facing incredible challenges, he had found a way to stay clean and start rebuilding his life. And Rusty had been there every step of the way, providing companionship and comfort when Mateo needed it most.
As I got to know Mateo better, I realized that losing Rusty had led me to something greater – a connection with someone who understood the power of second chances.
Today, we meet at the park every Sunday, two men, two dogs. We talk about life, recovery, and the unexpected twists and turns that can lead us to where we need to be. And I’m reminded that sometimes the darkest detours can lead to the brightest places.
So if you’ve ever lost something precious – whether it’s a pet, a relationship, or a sense of purpose – leave the porch light on. You never know what might find its way back.