A year ago today, Link moved in with us. He made himself at home pretty quickly. He’d been through so much before us. The best we know, he was likely a backyard dog; neglected, ignored, not consistently fed. He probably escaped the yard to chase a car. He was hit by one and drug for a bit. He was found in a ditch; his home for quite some time. The wounds healing over covering and surrounding the dirt and grass it had accumulated.
He was found-deaf- weighing 25 lbs, body contracted, barely alive. He was given surgery to fix his leg and fluids and food. Sara Renee took him home to care for him and teach him manors -She’s a saint. We love her.
Last night Katie and I let him sleep with us. He fell asleep on his left side with his behind just touching the bed at my left hip. His long slinger body arched over my torso, and his head rested in the nook of the triangle made by my shoulder, elbow, and the joining of my hand resting on my right hip. It was uncomfortable as hell for me, but I laid there thinking about this past year, and I was happy, and I think he was too.