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When Tessa was fully recovered
we began taking her to SICSA for adoption display on Saturdays. Matthew
was horrified and would emphatically tell me, "No, Tessa is my
dog!" I have fostered countless dogs for adoption since before
Matthew was even born and never did he react like this. What really
puzzled me was that he knew Tessa didn't like him. Then something
incredible happened.
It was Tessa's second Saturday
at SICSA for adoption display. At the end of the afternoon we went to see if she had been
adopted. Matthew rushed into the dog display area searching frantically
for her and demanded the workers to give him "his" Tessa. He
spotted her sitting in a cage and ran to her. Before anyone could stop him
he flung open the cage door and had Tessa in his arms. I couldn't believe
my eyes. Tessa was happily licking his face. That's when we knew
what Matthew had known all along. Tessa was his dog. |