And if you’re reading this, I need you to understand something first.
I am loved.
So deeply loved that the person who saved me is having to do the hardest thing they’ve ever done. Not because I did anything wrong. Not because I’m too much. Not because I’m unwanted.
But because they are a rescue.
And rescues save dogs. They don’t keep them.
When I first came, I was shut down. The world was loud and confusing and I didn’t know how to be a dog. I didn’t know grass. I didn’t know safety. I didn’t know that hands could be gentle.
They taught me.
They sat with me. They waited. They celebrated the smallest victories. The first tail wag. The first time I leaned in. The first time I trusted enough to fall asleep without fear.
And once I chose them, I chose them completely.
I am loyal in a way that makes your chest ache. I don’t love halfway. When I attach, it is forever in my heart. I watch you. I follow you. I check on you. I want to know you’re okay. I want to be yours.
Yes, I have a strong prey drive. I feel things intensely. I’m wired to chase movement, to focus, to work. It means I need structure. I need understanding. I need the right environment.
But what I give in return is unwavering devotion.
The person who loves me right now would keep me in a heartbeat. If love alone were enough, I would already be home forever. But rescue means making room. Rescue means choosing the next dog who needs saving. Rescue means breaking your own heart a little so another life can be pulled from the dark.
So they are letting me go.
Through tears. Through second guessing. Through loving me enough to believe someone out there can give me what I deserve full time.
Please know this when you meet me.
I am not a leftover.
I am not a burden.
I am not being given away lightly.
I am being released with love.
I want a home where I can pour my whole heart into one person, one family. I want to guard the house. Learn the rules. Lay at your feet. Watch the door until you come back. I want to belong so completely that there is never a question of where I fit.
If you choose me, you are not just adopting a dog.
You are accepting something precious that someone else loved enough to let go.
I’m Sarah.
And I am someone’s heartbreak.
I hope I can be someone else’s forever. 🏠
My name is Sarah.
And if you’re reading this, I need you to understand something first.
I am loved.
So deeply loved that the person who saved me is having to do the hardest thing they’ve ever done. Not because I did anything wrong. Not because I’m too much. Not because I’m unwanted.
But because they are a rescue.
And rescues save dogs. They don’t keep them.
When I first came, I was shut down. The world was loud and confusing and I didn’t know how to be a dog. I didn’t know grass. I didn’t know safety. I didn’t know that hands could be gentle.
They taught me.
They sat with me. They waited. They celebrated the smallest victories. The first tail wag. The first time I leaned in. The first time I trusted enough to fall asleep without fear.
And once I chose them, I chose them completely.
I am loyal in a way that makes your chest ache. I don’t love halfway. When I attach, it is forever in my heart. I watch you. I follow you. I check on you. I want to know you’re okay. I want to be yours.
Yes, I have a strong prey drive. I feel things intensely. I’m wired to chase movement, to focus, to work. It means I need structure. I need understanding. I need the right environment.
But what I give in return is unwavering devotion.
The person who loves me right now would keep me in a heartbeat. If love alone were enough, I would already be home forever. But rescue means making room. Rescue means choosing the next dog who needs saving. Rescue means breaking your own heart a little so another life can be pulled from the dark.
So they are letting me go.
Through tears. Through second guessing. Through loving me enough to believe someone out there can give me what I deserve full time.
Please know this when you meet me.
I am not a leftover.
I am not a burden.
I am not being given away lightly.
I am being released with love.
I want a home where I can pour my whole heart into one person, one family. I want to guard the house. Learn the rules. Lay at your feet. Watch the door until you come back. I want to belong so completely that there is never a question of where I fit.
If you choose me, you are not just adopting a dog.
You are accepting something precious that someone else loved enough to let go.
Please send us an email and we will guide you through the process!
Please send us an email and we will guide you through the process!
More about this rescue
At PopFix, our mission is to reduce the stray and homeless pet population in North Mississippi by providing accessible and affordable spay and neuter services for animals in need.
We are committed to addressing the root cause of overpopulation through proactive sterilization efforts, community education, and collaboration with local veterinarians, rescue organizations, and compassionate volunteers. By focusing on prevention, we aim to alleviate the strain on shelters, improve the lives of animals, and create healthier, more compassionate communities.
Together, we strive to “Stray Less, Fix More!”
At PopFix, our mission is to reduce the stray and homeless pet population in North Mississippi by providing accessible and affordable spay and neuter services for animals in need.
We are committed to addressing the root cause of overpopulation through proactive sterilization efforts, community education, and collaboration with local veterinarians, rescue organizations, and compassionate volunteers. By focusing on prevention, we aim to alleviate the strain on shelters, improve the lives of animals, and create healthier, more compassionate communities.
Together, we strive to “Stray Less, Fix More!”
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