At seventy-five, my life in Tennessee has taught me that the most overlooked souls often have the most to offer. After my husband passed, the silence in my house became a weight I couldn’t carry, so I filled it with the sound of tiny wheels and wagging tails. Pearl and Buddy aren’t your typical neighborhood pets; they’ve lost the use of their back legs, but they navigate the world in custom carts with more enthusiasm than most able-bodied dogs. To me, they are a daily masterclass in resilience, turning what could have been a tragedy into a parade of rolling curiosity.
The Rolling Rescues and the Silent Protest of Kindness
