Hello everybody!   
      
   Its from the Welcome Home facebook page about inspirational stories and   
   pictures.   
      
   I had a request to repeat this story that was sent in by a friend here at   
   Welcome Home. She sent this to me and could not get over the response she got   
   after I posted this story. She thought it was just an everyday thing..... I   
   thought she was an angel...   
      
   Cynthia writes:   
      
   There was a homeless man who 'camped' in the covered garage at the bank where   
   my office was located. You'd see him huddle down for the night, along with his   
   little dog, a small scruffy little terrier mix. When I walked thru the garage   
   on my way to lunch, I would often check to see where he was and then bring him   
   a burger and drink, too. He always tore the sandwich in half, ate one half and   
   gave the other to his dog.   
      
   I started bringing him a bag of dry dog food every month and he took great   
   pains to keep it dry & his dog rode seated in the child's seat in the grocery   
   cart wherever he went. One especially cold winter morning, I noticed his dog   
   was missing and he seemed utterly forlorn. I bought him some coffee and he   
   explained how the city rounded up the homeless and took them to the shelter   
   because it was bitterly cold and they took his dog away from him and took her   
   to the shelter (no license, no tags, no rabies vaccination). I was appalled.   
      
   I took the morning off, picked him up from the garage & drove him to the   
   shelter where we asked to look for his 'lost' dog. When we found her, she put   
   up such a racket of pure joy upon seeing him: yipping, yelping, wiggling   
   uncontrollably. Paws squeezed between chain link trying to touch her master   
   and his fingers stroking her little face.   
      
   I paid for her license, basic shots and retrieval fee and he rode back in   
   silence hugging her so tight, I thought he would break her. When we got out, I   
   told him to keep her safe. He hugged me, made Sasha give me a smooch of   
   thanks, and hurried off to where he'd hidden his cart.   
      
   I understand the need to keep these souls safe but taking his one undeniable   
   friend -- while legally founded -- was gut wrenchingly wrong on so many other   
   levels.   
      
   Matt   
      
      
   ... It takes more than 9 Yanks to beat a Johnson.   
   --- FMail/Win32 1.64.GPL-Beta   
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