After a fourteen and a half year relationship ended, I went into a downward spiral of drugs and sex. Eventually I found someone else to share my misery and drugs with, and the two of us went on a four-year bender of meth and sex.
When I was diagnosed with HIV, the addiction really kicked in. I don’t think I spent more than a whole day without drugs. This went on for about three years. It was when I lost all of my teeth to meth that it finally sunk in. I had to stop, one way or another.
After about a year of being drug-free, and coming up on my 45th birthday, I decided I wanted a dog in my life. I started watching dog rescue web sites and decided I wanted something bigger than a Chihuahua but smaller than a Saint Bernard. I decided that an English Bull Terrier would be perfect. I wanted a breed that was active, that needed constant attention, and that I could just sit and cuddle with for hours on end.
I was watching this one dog in particular. Her name was Lola, and she was on the Broward County Humane Societies web site for about a week. I got in the car and drove over. When I got there, I realized I had forgotten my wallet. I drove home and back to the shelter, but in the time it took me to make the trip she had been adopted. My heart sank.
After walking the cages and not feeling a connection to any of the other dogs, I sat down in the lobby. All of a sudden there was this big whirlwind of energy. In walked Samson — a Brindle Bully who immediately caught my heart. He was the one.
I told one of the women at the front desk I wanted to see him. They brought me into a room and asked me to be patient while he was brought to me. The vet still had to give him a once over, and it seemed to take forever. When he finally came in, you would have thought I’d just given this dog the best thing he’d ever had in his life. I was on the floor with him within seconds, and the two of us were all over each other — we were meant to be.
When I inquired about his past, I was expecting to hear the usual about how he was found walking the streets. Instead, I found out that it was his second time back. He had been abandoned after being born there two years earlier. Samson’s love and persistence has made me a better person. I’ve been drug free for more than seven years now. The two of us have truly saved each others lives.