It’s difficult to write about my rescue, Gibbs. How much can I say that will ever explain what this little guy means to me.
It’s cliché to say that he rescued me but he did. He was by my side throughout the hardest year of my life. He was my buddy throughout the time I felt lonely and unlovable.
But no matter how sad I’ve ever felt he greets me when I return home with so much excitement that he sometimes lets out high-pitched cries of joy and a little pee.
Who ever gets that excited to see anyone? I’m grateful no one else pees when they see me but it’s giggle worthy that he truly loves me so much.
When I’m home Gibbs wags his tail and puts his ears back and stares at me till I give him a hug.
We brought our little Potcake home from a rescue foundation in Turks & Caicos. He was rescued around 6/8 weeks old. We met him and brought us home with him when he was 3 months old.
He was sitting under a chair in the corner all by himself while his brothers were rolling around playing. I knew in my heart that he needed the most love so we took him on a play-date and instantly fell in-love with him.
Here he is now. Living the city life.
He’s at my side and I’m at his.
