Reshi

My name is Reshi.<br/><br/>I carry something with me that sounds scarier than it feels. They call it heartworm positive. It isn't who I am. It's just something I'm treating. I'm already on my way to healing, and I'm being cared for every step of the way.<br/><br/>What I am is gentle.<br/><br/>I'm the kind of dog who watches before I leap. The kind who leans in slowly. The kind who feels everything deeply. I haven't always had it easy, but I haven't stopped loving. Not once.<br/><br/>My body just needs a little time and a little patience. My heart, though, works just fine. It's big. It's steady. It's ready to belong to someone.<br/><br/>Treatment means I'll need some calm days. Some quiet time. Some crate rest while my body catches up with my spirit. That's okay with me. I love my crate. I love routine. I love knowing what to expect.<br/><br/>I don't need long hikes right now.<br/>I don't need chaos.<br/>I just need consistency. Safety. A soft place to land.<br/><br/>Maybe you're worried about the word "positive."<br/>But I promise you, I am positive about one thing.<br/><br/>I want a home.<br/><br/>Not a temporary stop. Not a "we'll see."<br/>A forever.<br/><br/>I want to feel the sun in a yard that's mine. I want to watch the door and know you're coming back. I want to heal in a place where I'm loved, not just managed.<br/><br/>My heart is already fighting. It's strong enough to beat through this.<br/><br/>All I need is someone willing to hold it.<br/><br/>I'm Reshi. I'm healing. And I'm ready to come home.

My name is Reshi.

I carry something with me that sounds scarier than it feels. They call it heartworm positive. It isn't who I am. It's just something I'm treating. I'm already on my way to healing, and I'm being cared for every step of the way.

What I am is gentle.

I'm the kind of dog who watches before I leap. The kind who leans in slowly. The kind who feels everything deeply. I haven't always had it easy, but I haven't stopped loving. Not once.

My body just needs a little time and a little patience. My heart, though, works just fine. It's big. It's steady. It's ready to belong to someone.

Treatment means I'll need some calm days. Some quiet time. Some crate rest while my body catches up with my spirit. That's okay with me. I love my crate. I love routine. I love knowing what to expect.

I don't need long hikes right now.
I don't need chaos.
I just need consistency. Safety. A soft place to land.

Maybe you're worried about the word "positive."
But I p

My name is Reshi.

I carry something with me that sounds scarier than it feels. They call it heartworm positive. It isn't who I am. It's just something I'm treating. I'm already on my way to healing, and I'm being cared for every step of the way.

What I am is gentle.

I'm the kind of dog who watches before I leap. The kind who leans in slowly. The kind who feels everything deeply. I haven't always had it easy, but I haven't stopped loving. Not once.

My body just needs a little time and a little patience. My heart, though, works just fine. It's big. It's steady. It's ready to belong to someone.

Treatment means I'll need some calm days. Some quiet time. Some crate rest while my body catches up with my spirit. That's okay with me. I love my crate. I love routine. I love knowing what to expect.

I don't need long hikes right now.
I don't need chaos.
I just need consistency. Safety. A soft place to land.

Maybe you're worried about the word "positive."
But I promise you, I am positive about one thing.

I want a home.

Not a temporary stop. Not a "we'll see."
A forever.

I want to feel the sun in a yard that's mine. I want to watch the door and know you're coming back. I want to heal in a place where I'm loved, not just managed.

My heart is already fighting. It's strong enough to beat through this.

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