About six months ago, I met an amazing girl with a personality to match, and we quickly became best friends. Like a best friend should, she doesn’t care what I look like in the morning, she supports every decision I make, and she’s there for me between laughter and tears. My only complaints about our friendship are that she can’t go shopping with me, we’re unable to go out for fancy vegan dinners, and the strangest of all? She doesn’t talk. All of this might sound a little off, but it makes a little more sense when I let you know that my best friend is a dog.
Over the next few months, I showed Zoe to just about every family that walked through the doors looking for a new companion. Unfortunately, a lot of people judged Zoe by her appearance and opted to look at smaller dogs, puppies, or purebreds. After multiple rejections, I started to feel like I was letting Zoe down. More than anything, I wanted someone to give her a chance and a forever home, but little did I know … that person would be me. After about three months in the shelter, I heard word that Zoe had a chance of being euthanized as no one seemed to be interested, and the shelter was full of other dogs who also needed forever homes. At that moment, I knew I had to do something. I scribbled a note for the shelter manager on a post-it and stuck it on his office door. On May 8th, 2009, I picked up my new companion and we’ve been inseparable ever since.
So if you’re looking for a friend and have the time and the means to do so, please adopt a companion from your local shelter—they will thank you with a lifetime of unconditional love.
P.S. In her new life, Zoe loves the PETA dog park, cuddling on the couch, peanut butter biscuits, playgrounds filled with children (she absolutely adores kids), car rides, trying to play with my cats—Mr. Chow and Bean, and grooming my bunny, Princess Bun-Bun. I’m also happy to say that Zoe is now a PETA office dog and comes to work with me every day! In fact, she’s curled up at my feet as I type this.