I’ve been reflecting a lot on Brenda lately. The memory of the first time I met her keeps popping into my mind. It was a few days after she was found tied to a pole in my neighborhood and she was still staying at the vet’s because there was nowhere else for her to go.
My boss, who had assumed responsibility for her then, asked me to go with her to the vet’s and take some pictures of Brenda. They photos were going to be used to make fliers to send around to foster homes and potential adopters.
When the vet staff brought Brenda to the waiting room my eyes welled with tears. She shuffled more than she walked, her eyes were droopy and runny and I wasn’t sure if she could even see. She looked scared and bewildered.
We took her outside and she walked a half a block before collapsing in exhaustion. Our photo shoot took place on the steps of an art gallery while she basked in the afternoon sun.
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