My hero...

I don't feel safe most of the time. The world scares me I avoid it whenever I possibly can. Mostly I stay at home in my bedroom. I feel safe with the door closed and locked. In here I am on charge of what happens and there are no nasty surprises waiting to hurt me like there is outside. Out there anything could and does happen. It's so much safer here behind this door.

I am sure my foster Dog Lilac used to feel safe too. She was just loving and trusting just like any other puppy. But then she was abused and all that ended.Her feeling of safety was replaced by pain and suffering. I wish I could take all her painful memories away, but I can't. All I can do is give her lots of loving care and a place to feel safe in. She deserves that , all living creatures do.

We both trusted the wrong people. Both of us know what it feels like to be betrayed and hurt. In helping her I am also helping myself. She has survived abuse, neglect and heart worms. The fact that she survived all that is inspiring to me . This little dog is my hero. I love her very much.