He wasn’t just waiting… he was losing hope.
When I first saw him, he was curled in the corner of the shelter — big, strong, but completely shut down.
No bark. No growl. No tail wag.
Just silence… like he had given up on being chosen.
They said, “He’s a Pitbull. People are scared. He’s been here too long.”
But when I sat down beside him, he didn’t move.
He just slowly leaned in… like he was asking,
“Will you be the one who doesn’t walk away?”
I didn’t rescue him.
He actually rescued me.
Now he follows me everywhere. Sits beside me like he’s guarding my heart. Sleeps with one eye open like he still can’t believe he’s finally home.
I named him Valor.
Because it takes courage to survive what he did — and still choose love.
To everyone afraid of Pitbulls — meet my best friend.
The gentlest soul I’ve ever known.
You weren’t scary, boy…
You were just scared.
