People know me as the neighborhood fireman—the guy who helps out and smiles at the fair. But no one sees the chaos behind my front door. Except Luna.
I found her during a storm—cold, skinny, and scared. They said she was a pit mix and “probably trouble,” but all she ever did was love. She became my emotional support dog after my second back injury and a fire that still haunts me.
Then a neighbor complained. Said she barked near the fence. That was enough. I was ordered to remove her in 72 hours.
I tried everything—rescues, friends, begging. Nothing worked. So, I took her to a remote cabin for safety. On the way, we crashed. That’s when Marla, a sanctuary volunteer, found us. She took Luna in.
Leaving her was the hardest thing I’ve done. But I visited often. At a town hall, I shared our story. People listened. Change slowly began.
Then one day, a boy bonded with Luna. His family adopted her—with my blessing. It hurt, but she was happy. Later, I got a photo of her on a couch, smiling. The note read: “Love has no breed.”
Now I fight for dogs like Luna. She taught me strength, compassion, and when to let go.
Every dog deserves a second chance. And so do we.