The Gym Dog Was Eventually Granted a Warm and Loving Home When I Started Losing Hope

Dear future Dad/Mom,

I might not know you yet, but I already love you. A wise person once said it best and I share their feeling.

I love you!

You don’t even know me!

Maybe… but if many can hate for no reason, I can love!

My name is Arbia. I love playing with humans and giving them tons of free hugs and kisses.

I’d be beyond grateful if you could adopt me, save me from the cruel streets where I risk being killed, or at least abused for the only crime of being a defenseless stray dog, every day!

Dad/Mom/even better for double love Dad & Mom (or Dad & Dad or Mom & Mom): you may find me most of the time in front of the gym. I count on your humane nature and generous heart!

This was the message I wrote on behalf of the dog Arbia and shared on social media several groups that are supposed to care for animals. I felt disappointed to realize how ridiculously small the number of reactions was.

I might need to specify that some posts about a lost cat or dog wearing a beautiful outfit could reach thousands of reactions! I mean how hypocritical is this?

Don’t get me wrong. All animals coming in all shapes and races deserve thousands if not millions of supportive reactions. But that’s the whole point! Why not Arbia, then?

Eventually, I quit all the groups. I couldn’t stand the discrimination numerous manifestations, the manipulation games, the lies, and the list goes on.

Simply put, it was no option not to unsee what I saw. Having been a keen observer my whole life and highly developed my critical thinking skills during the last three years following my re-birth didn’t make it any easier!

At some point, Arbia got too sick. The manager called to inform me about the bad news. I volunteered to take her to the vet clinic. Unfortunately, I didn’t find her hanging in her habitual place.

With a heavy heart, I had to leave and asked for updating me as soon as she’d be back. Appealingly, after a couple of hours, the manager contacted me to notify me another member had just taken her.

Arbia spent the day in the clinic. The kind fellow human took care of the expenses. Also, she brought Arbia to her place since she needed to be in a clean space and closely monitored.

Within a few days, Arbia was back and healthy. The girl could not keep her; which I can wholeheartedly understand and with which I sympathize.

When I was introduced to the girl, I hugged and kissed her so warmly while thanking her enthusiastically that she tore out of emotionality. Ice on the cake, I could witness some pure smiles from folks observing the scene.

Ten days ago, I went to the gym. When I handed some food to the receptionist, he told me he didn’t see Arbia during the four previous days. I was a bit concerned and asked him to keep it anyway.

A few minutes later, he came in my direction to let me know the executive board decided Arbia needed to disappear from the area. The number of complaints that the store had been receiving every day is behind the decision.

Noticing the mixture of shock, frustration, and tears that started flowing uncontrollably, he quickly added,

I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to make you cry! The good news is that Arbia is in good hands and that you don’t need to worry for her!

I breathed a long sigh of relief before adding, “who had the kindness of adopting her?”

One of the cleaning service team members, but I don’t think you know her since you don’t visit on Sundays when she has her shift!

Oh, I don’t need to know her personally! It’s enough for me to know who she is as a person and the heart of gold she has!

Last words

Those simple people who are financially needy themselves and who work hard to afford for their families will never stop amazing me!

I have been doing some stray animals volunteering work starting in October. Apart from the inner satisfaction of doing what I can for those innocent beings, the kind-hearted souls I met have been my very favorite part!

I am grateful for my decision that triggered my unsuspected fifth and hopefully the last level of my residual rescuer pattern.

In the quality of an optimist and a realist, I tend to struggle in making any sense of such overwhelming moments of unfairness.

My best strategy for coping is to keep faith that we are probably living in a simulated Universe whose sole purpose is to prepare us for the next real world.

How? Mainly by strengthening our mental resiliency — at least for those of us who chose to remain intrinsically good despite all the adversity, I suppose!

I love to believe that, in the real Universe, our thoughts would instantly manifest, and free acts of kindness would translate into financial wealth so that we may live decently largely thanks to who we are. It seems fair to me!