Almost five years ago, I found myself on a journey to bring a dog into my life. While browsing Craigslist, I came across a post from a family who was rehoming a few German Shepherds that had belonged to their late father. He was a breeder, and after his passing, the dogs needed new homes. I was drawn to one particular female shepherd in the post and decided to visit.

When I arrived, I was told that the dog I had my heart set on was already adopted. Instead, they introduced me to her sister, Sabrina. She was nothing like I expected—thin, withdrawn, and very shut down. Her eyes were cautious, and her body language said she wasn’t sure what to make of this new person in her life. She seemed unsure of everything and hesitant to trust.

Still, something inside me connected with her. Despite her fear and uncertainty, there was a flicker of hope in her, a quiet reach for connection that called out to me. I couldn’t just walk away. I knew she needed someone to be patient, someone who would give her time and love without pressure.

So, I took her home that day.

Since then, Sabrina has grown and blossomed in ways I never could have imagined. Now ten years old, she still has the energy and spirit of a young pup. She loves nothing more than splashing in the river, hiking trails surrounded by trees, and stretching out for long, peaceful naps in the warm sunlight. She has become my constant companion, my joy, and my teacher.

In many ways, I didn’t just rescue Sabrina—she rescued me. She met me right where I was in life and pulled me forward, helping me heal and find new purpose. Her presence reminded me of the power of patience, love, and second chances. Sabrina is more than a dog; she’s a reminder that sometimes the ones we think we’re saving end up saving us.

Every day with her is a gift I didn’t know I needed, and I’m forever grateful for that unexpected connection that changed both our lives.