10/05/2025
I hit rock bottom when I realized I hadn’t heard anyone say my name in two weeks—except for my dog, Bixby. Even through the eviction and nights spent under bridges with nothing but a tarp, Bixby never left my side. When food was scarce, one day, after going without for two days, someone tossed us a sausage biscuit. I broke it in half, but Bixby nudged his half toward me, patiently waiting. That moment shattered me, and I began making signs—not to ask for charity, but to share our story. People saw the dirt and my worn-out clothes, but they didn’t see Bixby—my loyal companion.😰 Then, last week, as I was about to leave, a woman in scrubs stopped and said five words that seemed almost impossible. check in first comment👇
