Inga, you moved me to tears....A few years ago when I was a volunteer at the local humane society an older woman came in looking for a dog. She told me how she had lost her dog to old age and she needed another companion. I was busy processing an application at the time and I showed her to the kennel. I told her I would be right with her and we could look at some dogs, see if we could find her that perfect companion. When I finished what I was doing, I went to look for her in the kennel. I took her to the first kennel and she looked at the dog in the cage, "too small" she said of the Chihuahua mix. The second kennel was a Collie mix of some type, "too hairy." We went from kennel to kennel she walked past many without saying a word. I told her all I knew about each dog in the kennel and she let me talk away. She had in her mind which dog she wanted. It was a Pit Bull that had come in from a drug house. The dog had old scars on it and she was already pulled for euthanasia. I didn't tell the lady that sad fact but I did try to talk her out of this dog. The dog was a lovely dog but was simply way too much dog for this fragile older woman. She insisted I take the dog out of the cage. I did and the 3 of us went for a walk. The woman couldn't even come close to hanging on to Destiny (the pit Bull) because of how strong she was. She finally agreed the dog might not be the right dog for her. She did however, insist that she Destiny shared something with her that day. She KNEW Destiny loved her.
I don't think I will ever forget that older woman. I can't tell you how much I wish that could have worked out. That dog was truly a loving dog but her past damaged her. That woman had no idea what breed Destiny was she just knew that she had love in her to share, something that none of the other 46 dogs touched her with on that given day.