I’m not even fully awake yet, and I still don’t know how it happened.
One second I’m lying in bed, thinking it’s just another Thursday morning, and the next I hear this weird dragging noise outside—like metal scraping wood. I figured maybe the garbage bins tipped over again or something.
She hesitated, then slowly stood. Still didn’t say anything.
I walked a little closer, keeping my voice calm. “Did you get lost out here?”
Finally, she nodded. Then shook her head. Then said, “I wasn’t lost. I ran away.”
Turns out her name was Kendra. She’d wandered over from the trailer park about two miles through the woods. Said she left after another fight between her mom and her mom’s boyfriend. Oscar must’ve sensed her out there, scared and alone.
He’d never acted like that before, but maybe animals know more than we give them credit for.
I brought her inside, gave her water and a peanut butter sandwich while I called the sheriff. Nothing aggressive—just wanted someone official to help figure things out. They recognized her name right away. Said this wasn’t the first time she’d wandered off.
The sheriff came quick. She didn’t want to go at first, clung to my arm and asked if she could just stay with Oscar. But eventually she left, and I made sure to get the social worker’s number.
Later that day, Sam came home and stared at the busted door, then at Oscar, then at me. I just said, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
We replaced the door the next day. Cost us more than we had budgeted, but it didn’t even matter. Because something shifted for me after all that.
I’ve been so focused on everything that’s not working in our life—money stress, repairs piling up, Sam working long hours, me still trying to get my small business off the ground. But that morning reminded me that sometimes, we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.
That maybe even when we feel like we’re barely holding it together… we’re doing more good than we know.
Oscar’s still out back, snacking on apples and acting like none of this ever happened. But I see him differently now. Like he’s more than a pet. Like he’s family.
And if that little girl ever knocks on our door again, I’ll make sure she knows she’s got a safe place to land.
Sometimes, life gives you chaos to reveal a purpose.
And sometimes, your horse crashes through the kitchen door just to remind you of that.
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