When I went to the hardware store that slow weeknight when the aisles are half-stocked to grab some duck tape and some batteries, I never assumed a sudden encounter would change my life forever.
As I was walking along the aisles, I spotted a dog. Just sitting. Calm. Perfectly still.
There was a leash stretching on the floor, looking as though someone dropped it and walked off.
I tried to look for the owner, but there was no one around. After ten minutes passed, I figured I should take the dog—whose name, Hope, was written on a tag with no number or address—to the front desk and ask if anyone had reported a missing dog.
When the cashier spotted Hope, she said, “I guess she doesn’t have an owner. She comes to the store every now and then and we simply let her in. Never with anyone. Just… appears. And waits.”
I got curious. “Wait for what?” I asked.
The cashier shrugged. But then she said something that sent a chill down my spine.
“I believe she waits for her owner who will never show up. You know how dogs are. They wait until forever, and never get tired.”
Hope’s owner either left her behind or passed away, and she was still waiting for them to appear and take her home.
At that moment, my heart broke into a million pieces.
That evening, I took the dog home, and Hope settled into my couch as though she had always belonged there.
The following day, I made flyers, half hoping that no one will come forward.
Over the following days, Hope started transforming my life. My mornings grew calmer, and my nights quieter. She provided me with the peace and purpose I didn’t even know I need.
Some two weeks later, Hope left the house and I followed after her. Not surprisingly, she headed towards the hardware store where I found her and sat by the door.
As I approached closer, I noticed something on the nearby bulletin board. There was a photo of a woman with Hope. It read, “In Loving Memory of Maria Ellison, 1974–2025. She always believed in second chances.”
Hope wasn’t lost. She had been returning to that place honoring someone who meant everything to her; someone she loved and never forgot.
Today, Hope and I have a mission—volunteering and helping people heal emotionally.
Please SHARE this article with your family and friends on Facebook.
Bored Daddy
Love and Peace