Adopting Max, the least wanted dog at the shelter, was a decision I made with my heart. My family thought I was crazy—especially my husband—when we brought the wild and jumpy German shepherd home. But my son adored him instantly, giggling as Max's floppy ears bounced around. The house was full of life again. A few weeks passed, though, and Max started behaving strangely every evening, staring intently at the empty backyard and growling low. My scream echoed through the night when I realized what Max had been sensing all this time.
Everyone else might have overlooked Max, but I saw something special in those big brown eyes. It felt like I was saving a soul everyone ignored. My husband, John, wasn't quite sure about bringing home the least wanted dog, but I knew Max just needed love. Watching Max settle into our home was like watching a flower bloom. He was happy, we were happy, and it felt like it was meant to be.