Blessings come in many shapes and sizes. An abandoned dollar bill on the ground means the world to a beggar. A warm home and two loving parents are more than an orphaned child could hope for. And the little ball of fur huddled on my doorstep would come to mean the world to me.
The day he arrived it was a stormy one. The radio had been spewing flood warnings at me all morning, and I'd been hard at work doing as much as I could to stop my leaky basement from flooding again. I was taking a break for lunch when I heard something scrabbling at the door. It didn't sound like a person, anyone in their right minds would have just knocked, and whatever was outside my front door was scratching at it trying to get in. I cracked open the door to see who or what it was and a little fuzzy puppy fell through the opening. He was shivering and dripping all over the floor. He looked up at me and I knew that I had to help the poor guy. I checked his neck and found nothing but a small name tag. The bronze, metal bone on his neck had the name Kaiser and nothing else. His golden fur was warm to the touch, but he still shivered slightly.
“Right... Let’s get you warmed up, eh?” I comforted as I lifted the small dog into my arms. He shivered as it took him towards my bedroom. He looked up at me with those dough brown eyes I later came to love, as I placed him on my heated blanket. He fell asleep slowly as I made some calls, trying to find his owner but I found nothing. Our community is tight-knit, and I thought someone would have known something about a lost puppy.
A few weeks passed by and the flooding subsided. Still no notice on a lost puppy, not in our town or the nearby towns. I went into the local shelter and registered for adoption. I still don’t know where Kaiser came from, or why he choose me, but I am blessed to have him in my life.