Harry now worked at the ministry of magic as an auror. He was down where Sirius had died, the room with the veil. He walked closer to it, hearing the voices once again, but this time, this time there was a voice, a much more more distinct one “Harry” It says “Help, hold out your hand” It says, curious Harry holds out his hand and someones hand shoots out of the veil, immediately Harry helps the strangor out, only to Realize it was someone whom he had not seen for nearly twenty years, Sirius Black. He stares for a second before hugging him, once again feeling like a young boy. Sirius hugs Harry, looking around “Wow. How long was I in the veil?” Sirius asks. Harry Releases him from the hug “Sirius… It’s been nearly twenty years. . we all thought you were dead… ”
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I got a dog today. I teared up when I held her because I knew she was the one.
My roommates and I talked about it, and another dog in the house sounded like a good idea. It would liven up Jake, my roommate’s 15 year old pup, I’d get a dog, and we’d have a fun little pup to hang out with.
So, I searched online for “the one.”
And I thought I found him: he was beautiful, he had a shining description, he was house trained and crate trained and great on a leash, and he played exceptionally well with others.
I fell in love with him.
But, of course, it was not the perfect fit.
Although a text box promised great things about him, this dog literally tried to eat my roommate’s dog. Literally.
It was bad.
But I fell in love with another dog while we there. He was beautiful (one of the most beautiful dogs I’ve ever seen): he had a long tan coat, a slender Collie face, a nice build… another family applied for him, but they encouraged me to apply just in case.
He didn’t have a name, so I named him Scout.
Six dogs later, I was running out of hope. I thought maybe I was wrong in thinking a dog was a good idea… maybe I was being selfish? Maybe now wasn’t the time…
Maybe I should just give up.
So, I told my roommate as much (I cried alone in my room about it later for half an hour.) I felt so defeated. Rejected, even.
All I wanted was a dog, I just wanted to rescue a four legged companion, and nothing was working for me. I literally commented and messaged a woman about a pup. She deleted the post and reposted it. Someone else commented and she replied “he’s yours.”
In a final attempt of hope, my roommate went to a local shelter. She told me she’d scope out the pups and let me know if she saw any potential prospects.
At the rate things were going I was doubtful, but I agreed just to see how much more disappointment I could face.
An hour later I got a video of a sweet little face staring at a phone. Eight months old, black with a little bit of white, lab mix.
I drove like a demon to get there to meet her.
She’s sleeping in her new forever home now, paws outstretched and snoring ever so slightly. I’ve renamed her Stella. She loves to snuggle.
I was going to give up. I figured that wasn’t part of the plan for me anymore, that a dog just wasn’t in my future right now. Why was I being denied six times? Especially when I wanted something so desperately?
I think, sometimes, we forget that we must go through a period of trials to appreciate the good stuff we have in our lives that much more.
We get used to the blessings and the easy access of things that we have - we are so used to everything being at our fingertips that we forget there is value in waiting.
The waiting makes the end so much sweeter.
She drank my coffee when she got into the car. She plays as hard as she sleeps.
She chews and pees in the house.
Whatever you’re waiting on, whatever you’ve been denied, it’s coming. The perfect one is coming. Just be patient.
Get denied six times, and be forced to try again for the seventh.