Troy — Emerging Hero
The dog in the photo is a hero. He didn’t save a child, or find a missing person, but what he did was save my life. I had struggled all my life with severe depression and anxiety, which grew increasingly worse when my late fiance Zeke, who was 26 at the time, was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer. Zeke had wanted a dog so badly before our lives were turned upside down but I had pushed it off time and again.
A week or so before his first large surgery, and said he just wants a dog to keep company when I was gone. I told him if he got through the surgery we would look.
Weeks had gone by and one day a picture crossed my Facebook news feed of a dog in a local rescue who had a rough run of luck. Troy, or Clyde at the time, had been found, nearly frozen to death, along a road in West Virginia. He had been sitting in the same spot for nearly two weeks before he was captured.
I knew he was the one. A fighter, still loving after all odds were against him. It was love at first sight and he was instantly ours. Zeke renamed him Troy and he took to it quickly.
Months later Zeke passed. Until the very last breathe Troy was by his side, by my side. Troy never gave up on us, and till this day he helps me heal my heart and be a source of comfort.
When I thought I had nothing left to live for, Troy was there. He reminds me everyday through his story, that I can’t give up no matter what happens because he needs me just as much as I need him. He is my friend, my comfort, my hero.