The minute I saw the animal, I knew, somehow, that fate had brought us together. 

It was a dog.  A sable German shepherd mixed breed with unusually colored eyes: they were gold.  Not brown or hazel, but gold.  It was rather thin and gaunt in appearance, like it had missed several meals: his ribs looked like the vaultings of a church; they stuck out quite noticeably.

His eyes locked on mine; mine did the same.  We stared at each other for a long while.  I wondered if he had a home or if he was friendly.  I had been wanting a dog for sometime, but I knew what my parents would say.  "No. No, you can't have a dog."  I'd heard it once too many times, yet that never stopped me from wishing and hoping for a dog.

My mom said dogs were dirty and were too much work.  My dad said the only dog was a dead one.  He absolutely hated dogs.  They also didn't like cats, but they definitely didn't like dogs.

I first saw the dog with the golden eyes last week.  I've seen him several times since on my walk home from school.  He never moved from the spot from where he sat; he just sa tthere, studying me, as though he was thinking that I would make a good human for him.  That is, if he didn't have a home, which I didn't think he did because he didn't look very well cared for.

When I got home from school, I couldn't get the dog out of my mind.  He was there in my mind's eyes, beseeching, pleading for someone to help him ... namely me.  He also haunted my dreams at night.  It was like God had somehow brought us together.

I wished that I could have this dog or at least bring him home.  I didn't want to see him living on the streets; he deserved far better than he was getting in life.

*End of part one*