He was homeless. This was the first time anyone had ever celebrated. Just look at how excited he is. I hope he has people to celebrate with every year from now on ❤️
How can’t you love this 5-yr old warrior..
This little guy has progressive cerebellar atrophy and is physically handicapped.
He finally took independent steps.
this is Hank. He saved his human from a rattlesnake. He was bit 3x on the nose. He’s my warrior, angel and protector. Leave a 🤍 to show him some love 🥹
"My son Ryan was 24. He came home from Afghanistan in a flag-draped coffin on a Tuesday. Max was his dog. Ryan trained him from a puppy. They were inseparable for four years. We couldn't tell Max. I don't know how you tell a dog. I don't know if you can. All I know is that Max lay against Ryan's bedroom door every single night for eleven days. Not inside the room. Against the door. Like he was keeping it for him. Like he was making sure nobody closed it all the way."
On the twelfth day I sat down on the hallway floor beside him.
I don't know why the twelfth day.
I had walked past him eleven times.
The twelfth time my legs just stopped.
I sat down on the floor and I put my hand on his back and I said Ryan's name out loud for the first time since the men in dress uniforms
came to my door.
Max lifted his head.
He looked at me.
He put his head in my lap.
We sat there on the hallway floor for a long time.
Neither of us went into the room.
Neither of us was ready.
Maybe neither of us will ever be ready.
That's okay.
The door is still not closed all the way.
Some people you just keep a place for.
Ryan.
Max is still at your door.
He's going to be at your door.
We both are.
Drop a ❤️ for Ryan.
Share this for every Gold Star family tonight.
You are not carrying this alone.