The journey was meant to be brief. Get a snack, fill up with gas, and resume your journey. To be honest, I didn’t even want to stop in that dusty tiny town halfway through the twelve-hour drive to assist my sister with her transfer.

The only gas station nearby was a dilapidated hut with a single functioning pump and a crooked sign, and the vehicle was running on fumes.

I could hear it—a faint yipping sound—from nearby as I was filling up. I assumed that there was a dog in the car. However, there was nothing there when I looked around. Just a broken-down old ATV sitting in the weeds and vacant fields.

I saw the bed of a beaten-up pickup parked across the lot at that point. I approached and looked inside.

They were there. A bunch of puppies. Shivering and filthy, some of them huddled on top of one another while others crawled around, wailing for assistance. No mother in sight. Not even a human.

I initially stood motionless, attempting to understand what in the world I was meant to do. Would someone return to get them? Were they abandoned?

After observing me gazing inside the truck bed, the gas station employee walked outside and said something that chilled me to the bone:

“You’re not the first person in this area to find a load like that.”

Like smoke, the words hung in the air. I glanced to him, and my gut wrenched. “What do you mean?”

Leaning against the building’s side, he shrugged. “Carl” was the name on his name tag. “Animals are constantly dumped out here. Think nobody will notice. In any case, this place is dead for half the year.

My heart fell. How could somebody simply abandon these small animals? Their ages could not have exceeded six or seven weeks. Their eyes darted about as if they were also seeking for answers, and their matted fur clung to their emaciated bodies.

I took another look at Carl. “Are you aware of who abandoned them?”

He responded bluntly, “Nope.” “And I would most likely go to jail for what I would do about it if I did.”

I was surprised by his candor, but he shared my dissatisfaction. Standing there, however, wasn’t making things better. The sky was becoming pink and orange as the sun began to set, and the temperature was rapidly decreasing. Those puppies wouldn’t survive the night if I didn’t take action right away.

“May I have them?” I inquired.

Carl’s eyebrows went up. “Are you certain? That’s quite a bit of accountability.

I retorted, “I can’t just leave them here.” “They will perish.”

He gave a slow nod before vanishing into the shop. Upon his return, he gave me a plastic bag containing beef jerky and water bottles, along with an old blanket. “This is it. Take this first. Good luck, too.

Good luck. Yes, exactly. A miracle was what I needed.

I gingerly started lifting the puppies into the cab of my pickup, one by one, after laying the blanket across the passenger seat. In all, there were eight of them: two golden-brown pups, five black-and-white ones, and one tenacious little guy with patches of gray fur. As I lifted them up, their small paws shivered against my palms and each whined gently.

As I worked, I became aware of how absurd the entire situation was. I had no experience caring for dogs, much less eight boisterous puppies, and I was miles from home and hours away from my intended location. But remorse hit me hard every time I considered leaving them behind. Someone had to step up for these little lives, and it seems like I was that someone today.

I got into the driver’s seat and gazed at the dashboard when they were all calmed down—as calm as eight squirming puppies can be. What comes next? My sister would murder me if I showed up unexpectedly with a truck full of mutts, so I couldn’t exactly keep driving straight to her place.

Rather, I took out my phone and began looking for animal shelters in the area. The nearest one was located in Willow Creek, a tiny hamlet forty minutes away. Excellent. Or so I believed.

The manager of the shelter smiled empathetically at me when I arrived, weary and covered in puppy poop. After listening to my story, she remarked, “We’d love to help, but we’re completely full.” We are overburdened due to the recent spate of rescues.

My heart fell once more. “Is there anything you would recommend?”

She paused before responding. “Well, down the road there’s a woman named Ruth. She manages a network of foster homes for stray animals. She could possibly take kids in, or at least help you find the proper person.

I thanked the manager and went to Ruth’s address because she sounded like my best shot. My GPS sent me to a little farmhouse encircled by fenced-in fields and undulating hills. A grizzled old border collie sat on the porch steps, as chickens ran free in the yard.

Ruth herself, grinning kindly and dressed in overalls, answered the door. Her hands were rough from years of labor, and her silver hair was pulled back in a loose bun. Her face softened even more when I told her why I was there.

She gestured for me to come into the kitchen. “We should see those infants.”

Ruth listened carefully as I told her everything, from how I found the puppies in the parking lot of the gas station to how packed the shelter was, over coffee and baked oatmeal cookies. Occasionally, she would reach out to stroke behind the ears of the dog that occurred to crawl onto her lap while nodding knowingly.

At last, she remarked, “You’re lucky to have found these poor things.” However, nurturing requires a certain form of endurance. Would you be open to trying it?

I blinked. “Me? Encourage them?

“Why not?” she shot back. You have already taken them this far. Furthermore, it will only last till we locate long-term housing.

short-term. I hesitated at the word. Was I capable of taking care of eight puppies, even for a brief period of time? However, after everything they had endured, how could I refuse?

“All right,” I answered softly. “But I have no experience with dog ownership.”

Ruth smiled. “Don’t be concerned. I’ll impart all the knowledge you require.

The weeks that followed were hectic, demanding, and completely fulfilling. I learnt how to bathe the puppies, feed them, and teach them not to gnaw on furniture legs under Ruth’s tutelage. Their transformation from emaciated, frightened strays into lively, loving bundles of pleasure happened gradually.

Ruth assisted me in finding each of them a loving family one by one. My heart ached to watch them leave, but it was easier to know they were content and safe. Everybody but the tenacious tiny gray puppy with mismatched eyes. Regardless of the number of people that showed interest, something always felt… strange. As if he hadn’t been prepared to go yet.

Ruth finally proposed to keep him for myself. She winked and remarked, “The universe has a way of matching people with exactly what they need sometimes.”

I needed a minute to take in what she had said. Me? Have a dog? Really? However, it made more sense the more I about it. He was already resting at the foot of my bed and following me around, having wormed his way into my heart. In addition, his presence served as a reminder of the amazing series of events that had brought us together.

I therefore made the decision to formally adopt him. He changed his name to Lucky because discovering him had permanently altered my life, not because he was fortunate to be alive.

A few months later, I watched Lucky chase butterflies while his tail was wagging wildly in my backyard. At that moment, it occurred to me how things might have gone differently if I hadn’t made that stop at the gas station. Even though I had to forego my initial plans for the day, I acquired a lot more in exchange, including perspective, a sense of purpose, and a furry best friend who never stopped reminding me of the strength of compassion.

It’s strange how life can surprise you with unexpected turns. Those diversions can occasionally take you to people and places you didn’t realize you needed. Ultimately, it’s about accepting the unexpected events that help to define who you are rather than rigorously adhering to your goals.

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