I’ve been out here with Dibs for almost four years. He’s not just a dog—he’s the last thing I got from my brother before he OD’d. Everyone around here knows us. Some folks hand us snacks. Some pretend we’re invisible. It’s whatever.
But last winter, the cold got bad. Like, wake-up-with-ice-in-your-hair bad. A shelter van rolled by and the guy inside said, “We’ve got a cot for you. Hot food. But no pets.”
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I told him thanks, but no. Dibs and I were a package deal.
Then this woman—I never got her name—came up while I was packing up near the bridge. She had a shiny coat, talked fast. Said she worked for a “placement org,” whatever that meant. Said she could board Dibs for free while I got back on my feet. Promised he’d be warm, fed, walked daily. Gave me a paper to sign. I hesitated. She smiled and said, “You want him to freeze out here?”
So I signed.
That was 11 weeks ago.
The number she gave me stopped working after five days. The “boarding facility” didn’t exist. No one’s seen Dibs since.
I reported it to two outreach vans, a cop, and even the librarian on 8th who knows how to look up stuff. Nobody could find anything.
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Then, two nights ago, I saw a flyer on a pole near the thrift store. A tiny picture of Dibs. Different name. “Available for adoption.”
And the address?
It was across town. Some place called “Silver Paws Rescue.”
I couldn’t sleep that night. My stomach was in knots, part from hunger, part from pure rage. I knew it was him. Same little white spot on his chest. Same ear that droops like it’s trying to hear secrets from the ground.
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I borrowed a phone from Sandy, this older lady who works nights at the shelter kitchen. We looked up Silver Paws. It was real. Fancy website. Happy dogs, clean kennels. “Strict adoption protocols.” It made me sick.
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Next morning, I walked the whole way. Took me six hours. Blisters on both feet by the time I reached the gates. A woman behind the desk looked up when I walked in. Her eyes did that thing people’s eyes do when they try not to judge but still judge anyway.
“Can I help you?” she asked, half-smiling.
I pointed to the flyer I’d grabbed off the pole. “This dog,” I said. “His name’s Dibs. He’s mine.”
She took the paper, squinted, and then walked to a back room. I waited, heart pounding so loud it was like a drum in my ears. When she came back, a man was with her. Balding. Neatly trimmed beard. He held a clipboard like it gave him authority.
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“We have no record of a prior owner,” he said, already on the defense.
“I didn’t surrender him. A woman took him. Said she was from an organization. Promised to keep him safe.”
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He nodded slowly, like he’d heard this before. “Do you have proof you owned the dog?”
I blinked. What kind of proof? I’d never microchipped him. Had no vet bills. Hell, even the collar he wore was second-hand. What I had were four years of stories. Nights spent curled up under the train bridge. Morning licks on cold cheeks. A bark that warned me when someone got too close in the dark.
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“I got my word,” I said quietly. “And he’ll know me.”
The man’s eyes softened, but not enough. “Even if the dog recognizes you, we need legal ownership documents. We’ve already received an adoption application. He’s set to go home tomorrow.”
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That hit me like a punch to the chest. “You’re giving him away?”
“We don’t give dogs away,” the woman corrected. “There’s a screening process. The family’s very reputable. Stable home. Fenced yard.”
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I didn’t have a stable home. My yard was a patch of grass behind an abandoned lot. But none of that mattered to Dibs. He never asked for anything but belly rubs and old hot dogs.
“Can I at least see him?” I asked.
They hesitated. Whispered something to each other. Then the man said, “One minute. If he reacts like you say… we’ll talk.”
I was led into a courtyard. I stood there, shaking, waiting. Then I heard the familiar jingle of his tags.
And there he was.
Clean. Shiny. He’d put on weight. But it was him.
He stopped mid-run when he saw me.
One second. Two.
Then the bark. The sprint. He crashed into my legs so hard I nearly toppled. His tail whipped like a fan. He licked my face until I couldn’t breathe. I dropped to my knees, buried my face in his fur, and cried like a kid.
The woman stood there, stunned. “He’s never acted like that,” she whispered.
“He’s my family,” I said. “He’s all I got.”
They didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, the man cleared his throat.
“We’ll hold off on the adoption. But you need to provide documentation. Something. Anything that connects you to him.”
I nodded. “Give me 24 hours.”
I didn’t have much, but I had memories. And I had a plan.
I walked back to town. Found the librarian again. Her name’s Joan. Always wears a crocheted owl pin. I told her everything. She nodded and got to work.
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We pulled old footage from the gas station camera across from my usual sleeping spot. Joan knew the clerk. They gave her access. We found clips of Dibs and me from months ago. Him curled up beside me. Running circles while I ate a sandwich. Even better—one video had me calling his name, clear as day.
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Next, I went to Pastor Rick at the church food pantry. He’d seen me and Dibs every Sunday for years. He wrote a letter—said Dibs was mine, always had been.
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By morning, I had a USB stick of footage, two handwritten statements, and a printed photo of me and Dibs from a community Thanksgiving two years ago.
I returned to Silver Paws by noon.
The woman at the desk took everything. This time, she smiled for real.
“Wait here.”
Twenty minutes later, the man returned. No clipboard this time.
“We believe you.”
I exhaled so hard my knees gave out a little.
“But,” he added, “we still have a concern. Your situation… it’s not stable. We’re not judging you. But we have to think of the dog’s well-being, too.”
I nodded. I expected that.
“Let me make a counter-offer,” I said. “You let me work here. I clean kennels, mop floors, whatever. You give me a safe place to sleep. And I get to see Dibs. Every day.”
The woman blinked. “That’s not exactly how we do things…”
“Please,” I said. “Just give me a chance.”
They said they’d discuss it. I waited outside for two hours. Then they called me back in.
“We’re gonna try something new,” the man said. “We’ve got a small room in the back. It’s used for storage. If you clean it out, you can stay there for now. You work mornings and evenings. We’ll help you get on your feet.”
Tears burned my eyes.
“And Dibs?”
He smiled. “He’ll be your co-worker.”
It’s been seven weeks since that day.
I clean kennels. Walk dogs. Wash bowls. I sleep on a cot in a room that smells like bleach and hope. Dibs curls up beside me every night.
Some days are hard. My back aches. My shoes have holes. But every time I see Dibs wagging his tail at the gate, it feels worth it.
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Even better—last week, Joan helped me fill out paperwork for an ID card. Pastor Rick’s wife donated clothes for interviews. And Sandy—the soup kitchen lady—found me a second job washing dishes at a diner down the street.
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I’m saving up. Maybe for a small room. Maybe for vet school someday. I’ve discovered I’m good with animals. Patient. Kind. Turns out, that counts for something.
The woman who took Dibs? I never saw her again. But I did learn something from her. Some people will smile at you while stealing everything. Others? They’ll give you a mop, a chance, and a reason to wake up.
If I’d said no to that flyer… if I’d given up… Dibs would be gone. But I didn’t. Because love doesn’t come with contracts. It comes with fight.
So if you see someone with nothing but a dog and a blanket, don’t assume they’re lost. They might just be waiting for a break.
And when that break comes?
Make it count.
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