When Jen lost her mother, she lost her will. That is, until she met Bryan.
This is my best friend, Bryan, and this is our story! In November of 2011, my mom passed away from leukemia. She only lived 17 days after being diagnosed so we weren't prepared for it at all. I had moved from Iowa to Texas in February of the same year, so shortly after her services I returned to Texas.
Having only a few friends close by, I was beginning to feel myself go downhill fast. One day, right before Christmas, my boss took me to a pet store to “just look” at the puppies to try and cheer me up. We walked into the store and there was a wire pen in the middle of the store with a scared to death little dog in the corner on some newspapers. The owners told us that he was left there the day before by someone who said they needed to get rid of the “most timid” dog. He'd been left outside with a few other big dogs.
I sat down next to him and started talking to him. My boss said, “Just pick him up and see what he does.” I picked him up and he immediately put his paws around my neck and his chin on my shoulder. I started crying and I'm pretty sure he started crying too. I carried him all around the store like that and just whispered in his ear that he was safe now.
I did the paperwork and got everything he needed and then took him back to the office. He didn't know how to go through the door, which broke my heart. Bryan and I have been inseparable ever since and anyone who knows me, knows that I call him my lifesaver and best friend.
Sadly, I probably wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. Then, a year after I got Bryan, I adopted Minnie and the two of them are best friends. Minnie got me involved in a rescue group in Dallas and I now own 6 dogs and have fostered almost 50 in the last year, not to mention the many friends I've made along the way.
I miss my mom every day, but when I look at Bryan, I know that he was put in my path for a reason.
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