the first boy was hanging off the edge of a three story ramp leading into a college building…all I saw was two little hands on the rail. I leaned over and he was just smiling at me…I carefully got good hold of his arms and lifted him to safety and then proceeded to berate him for ever doing that and told him never to do it again…he started getting mad and rode off on his bike.
the other boy belonged to my gf at the time and was illegally taken out of state by her ex husband…i paid the lawyer fees to get him filed to be brought back…got him home safe…he was living in precarious situation with her ex husband. so I feel like I saved him too…that’s my story.
Crazy. I saved my sisters cat. I adopted my current dog from her too. But she moved and left her childhood cat Elroy at her old place just kinda abandoned him. I lived an hour away but when I was in town I’d go to her old place and call for him. The second time I went while I was calling he came out of an alley to me. I was like Elroy I’m here to save you. I ended up having him till he died. I’m kinda pissed at my sister atm cause I babysat her kids for 7 hours today so I’ll talk a little smack, but seriously when I get an animal I intend to take care of them. They are part of the family.
The reason she couldn’t keep my current dog was cause she was moving to an apartment thet didn’t allow animals. It wasn’t even an upscale place just the rule of the landlord. She told me she was gonna take sida to the pound or find someone to take her. I seriously couldn’t believe she’d even consider leaving sida at the pound. Her priorities are ■■■■■■. I’m still mad at her.