You see, in June of last year, Sunshine was a foster child in the care of my neighbors. She’s a beautiful little 6-year-old whose life had not always been the best. Neglected, possibly abused, Sunshine had been taken from her biological mother by the courts. She suffers from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
I started seeing Sunshine pretty regularly on my walks and slowly, so slowly she learned she could toss me treats and I would catch them. Soon, she would learn to feed me treats from her hand. Later, she would sit on the grass with me and pet me or I would roll over and she would give me tummy rubs. Her foster parents said that after she saw me or spent time with me, she would calm down and not be so scared. Sunshine does not care that I am a pit bull, she just loves me. She gave me a nick-name. To Sunshine, I will forever be her “Football-Head.”
I gave her a framed picture of me which she keeps on her night-stand. She tells me she kisses my picture every single night and tells my picture, “I love you Football-Head.” I gave her a necklace with my picture on it. She has her necklace on every time I see her. Her foster parents say she can’t wear it to school but as soon as she gets home she has to put her “Football-Head” necklace on.
For almost a year there has been a lengthy court battle. Sunshine’s foster parents wanted to adopt her & some of Sunshine’s extended biological family was not happy about this adoption. During this time, I would visit Sunshine a couple of times a week – or if she needed me, she would come to my house and visit me. Sunshine and me, we didn’t care about any legal processes. We just wanted to play or sit in the grass.
Sunshine talked about me in court. I guess she talked about me so much that her foster dad finally had to tell the judge that “Football-Head” would not be able to testify because dogs are not allowed to testify in adoption cases. I really don’t think I would have to say anything in court, just hanging out with my friend Sunshine should be enough for anyone to see how much we love each other.
After a very lengthy court-battle and saying good-bye to Sunshine several times because we thought she would not get to stay with her foster parents, this story has a happy ending. I will get to see Sunshine all of the time now. Sunshine was adopted last week by her foster parents – my neighbors! Because of me, Sunshine may one day get her own PTSD dog to help take care of her. Until then, she has me.
I am not a Therapy Dog or a Service Dog. Who knows? Maybe one day I will be. For now, I yam just very, very happy to be Sunshine’s Football-Head.
I yam Mr. Buddy Rose and I yam a very good boy.