14/09/2026
My name is Albert.
I’m 3½ years old.
And today, I have been loved for exactly one year.
You probably wouldn’t guess what happened to me before that.
I was abused.
I wasn’t fed properly.
I was shot in the hip.
I was hung, and the injury left me with a spine that will hurt for the rest of my life.
For a long time, people saw me as difficult.
Too energetic.
Too excited.
Too pully.
Too much.
But I wasn't too much.
I was a dog who had spent so long without enough movement, attention, safety or understanding that I didn't know what else to do.
And sometimes, walking at a human's pace hurt.
Sometimes, when a man came towards me, I was scared.
Sometimes I reacted before I had the chance to think.
But then someone saw me.
She didn't just ask me to behave.
She started asking herself why.
She took me swimming.
She took me on adventures.
She showed me what she wanted me to do instead of only telling me what not to do.
She taught me that when I'm scared, I can walk away.
She taught me that I don't have to fight every battle.
She gave me choices.
She gave me time.
And she told me I was a good boy approximately 47,000 times a day.
Now I run.
I swim.
I explore.
I meet other dogs.
I go on adventures.
I get treats.
I have a cosy bed.
I have my own room.
And in the evenings, I get to curl up on the sofa with my person.
To the people who hurt me, I don't know if you remember me.
I hope you don't.
Because I don't live there anymore.
What you did left me with scars that I will carry for the rest of my life.
But you don't get to decide what the rest of my life looks like.
And to the people who saw me when I was easy to overlook:
Cécile and Lorene ,my two fairy godmothers, who made sure I was seen and not forgotten.
And Marie-France, who walked me every week when nobody else would and gave me love when I desperately needed it.
You changed my life.
Today, I'm doing great.
I'm safe.
I'm loved.
And apparently...
I'm a very, very good boy.
Happy one-year Gotcha Day, Albert. ❤️