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I was going to take him back to the shelter on Monday. I hate admitting that, but I was done. His name is Sarge. He’s a 110-pound Pyrenees mix, and for three weeks he’s been a nightmare. He doesn’t chew. He doesn’t bark. He escapes. Six-foot fence? He dug under it. Locked gate? He figured out the latch. Every day while I was at work, he’d break out. Animal control would find him miles away—dirty, exhausted, sometimes limping. The fines piled up. So did the fear. “He just doesn’t want to be here,” I told my sister. “He’s a runner.” Yesterday was Saturday. I was home. Around 10:00 AM, Sarge began pacing. Whining. Scratching at the door. I let him out—but this time, I followed him. I had to know. He didn’t run to a park. He didn’t chase anything. He put his nose to the ground and walked with quiet determination. He crossed a highway. Cut through thorns that shredded my jacket. Finally, he stopped at a cemetery and slipped through a broken fence. I climbed after him. In the far back corner, where no one visits anymore, Sarge lay flat in front of a small, neglected headstone. Calm. Still. At peace. The name on the stone belonged to an old man. That’s when I understood. Why the shelter struggled to place him. Why he was labeled “a runner.” He wasn’t running away. He was running back. For years, he’d been making this walk. Rain or snow, heat or cold. A standing appointment. I sat beside him in the dirt. He sighed deeply and rested his heavy head on my leg. I’m not taking him back on Monday. I bought a heavy harness and a 20-foot lead. If he needs to visit his dad, he won’t do it alone anymore. We’ll walk there together. Every Saturday. He’s not an escape artist. He’s just loyal—to a fault. #doglover #loyalty #LoyaltyOverEverything #herodog #animallover

He’s back?” I asked the volunteer at the front desk. “He was adopted yesterday.” She didn’t look up from the paperwork. She just sighed. “Yep. Returned this morning. Less than 24 hours.” I glanced at the surrender form. Under Reason for Return, five words were written: “He wants to play constantly.” I walked to Kennel 12. Bandit was sitting there, nose pressed to the glass. He wasn’t crying. He was waiting. A green tennis ball was clenched in his mouth. When he saw me, his tail thumped softly against the floor. He didn’t know he’d done anything wrong. In his mind, he’d been a Very Good Boy. He found a ball. He brought it to his humans. He asked to connect. He didn’t understand that wanting to play could land him back in a cage. The car ride that morning felt like an adventure to him. He didn’t know it was a return trip. “He’s too much dog,” the man had said, handing over the leash. “He follows us everywhere. Drops the ball in our laps. It’s annoying.” Bandit dropped the ball at my feet and whimpered. He wasn’t annoying. He was alive. Smart. Bursting with love and energy. A Ferrari they were trying to park in a living room. I opened the kennel. He immediately shoved the ball into my hand. “You’re not too much,” I whispered. “You were just loved by too little.” I took him to the play yard. I threw the ball. He brought it back. Again. And again. For an hour—until he collapsed in the grass, muddy, exhausted, happy. I snapped a photo and sent it to my husband: “He’s coming home. Buy more tennis balls.” That was three years ago. Bandit is asleep at my feet right now. Does he still follow me everywhere? Yes. Does he still drop slobbery balls in my lap while I’m working? Absolutely. Some people saw a problem. I saw my best friend—who just wanted to play. If a dog is “too much” for you… maybe you just aren’t enough for them. Who else has a high-energy dog they adore despite the chaos? #animals #animallover #loyalty #doglover 🐾

Nah… this really deserves respect. 👀 Her husband has been in prison since 2015. Almost a decade of visits, waiting, holding it down alone. And while the world moved on… she never did. She kept buying him clothes the entire time. Not because he could wear them. Not for social media. But because in her mind, he was always coming home. No guarantees. No timelines she could trust. Just loyalty, patience, and belief. Now he’s getting out in a few weeks — and those clothes aren’t just outfits… they’re years of hope folded neatly in a closet. In an era where people leave over inconvenience, this kind of love feels unreal. Say what you want… but that’s commitment most people don’t even understand. She really deserves the world. Hashtags: #Loyalty #RealLove #RideOrDie #PrisonWife #Commitment #LoveStory #Patience #RelationshipGoals #StandByYourMan

I almost skipped Ruth 1. It felt like loss.

Ruth 1 begins with tragedy. Widowhood. Famine. Uncertainty. I almost closed the book. Then verse 16 whispered truth: “Where you go, I will go.” Ruth’s loyalty isn’t flashy. It doesn’t make headlines. It quietly rewrites a future. This chapter reminded me: even in endings, God can plant beginnings. Even in grief, love shows a path forward. #BibleStudy #TheVerseYouSkipped #Ruth #Loyalty #Grace #FaithJourney