She came into this world fighting. So we named her Hope.
Hope was born not breathing. She needed CPR and was rushed in for oxygen, and for a while no one knew if she'd make it. That's where her name came from — because hope was all we had.
She pulled through. Then an infection meant she had to lose one of her legs. She had the surgery, she healed, and today she's a three-legged golden who runs, plays, and loves harder than just about any dog we know — right alongside her big brother Bubba.
Going through all of that taught us one thing for good: our pets depend on us completely. They can't tell us when something's wrong. Caring for them — every part of them — is the whole job.
