On my walking route, there is a family who does greyhound rescue. They have kept some of the dogs who were not adoptable due to various reasons. One of them is Sammy and he is blind.
I haven’t seen Sammy and his person in months. But we happened to be out at the same time last week. When I saw him, I called out “hey Sammy!”. His ears perked up and he kind of dragged his person across the road. I kept calling so he would know where I was.
He got up to me, rubbed his head against my leg, and started dancing, for lack of a better word. It was pure joy to watch. So I danced with him. Then I walked with them back to their house. His person said that he doesn’t even act that way around her.
I feel very privileged that even after months, Sammy remembered me.
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