Years ago, she rescued a broken, abused dog from the streets and gave him a second chance. When she suddenly collapsed on the kitchen floor clutching her chest, she whispered, “Buddy… help me.” What the dog did next left the 911 operator in absolute shock, proving true loyalty goes beyond human bounds…

Buddy.

But Buddy had not always belonged to me, just as the peace of my home had not always been under siege.

Three years prior to the event that would shatter my quiet existence, I had discovered Buddy shivering in the damp, bleach-scented concrete run of a local county rescue shelter. He had been forcefully extracted from an environment of unspeakable continue reading …