For the first time in many months, a dog named Woody is once again feeling the warmth and love of caring companionship -- a simple pleasure he had been waiting for, for so long.
When Woody's owner died last year, no arrangements had been made to find him a new home, and instead he was cruelly abandoned and left to fend for himself outside. But the little dog, of course, had no way of knowing that his owner would not be returning, so he waited.
For a year he waited, holding vigil all alone cowering beneath a nearby shed, his hair matted and overgrown, concealing his emaciated body beneath. A few neighbors had taken sympathy on him and offered him scraps of food and water, but Woody needed more than sustenance. He needed love.