It was a warm day in February of 2020, and I was sitting in my recliner at home just resting before I had to go back to work (I was working "split-shifts" at the time). I was just playing on my phone, because I knew that if I tried to take a nap, my husband probably was going to have trouble waking me up for my "other shift" (Once I go to sleep, I'm "out cold"). My phone rang in my hands while I was scrolling on Facebook trying to stay awake. It happened to be the lady that I had "given" my night shifts to before I ultimately had to leave that particular job (and Rex until that day).

At first we made some small talk and she asked me what I was up to at that time. I told her that I was just sitting in my recliner resting before I had to go back to work (it was around 3:30 and I had to be back at work around 4). After I said that, she said "Come get Rex". I told her that I would be there in five minutes.

Rex was so happy to see me. I told him to hop up in the truck and he did. By the time I got him home, it was the time that I was supposed to be leaving to go back to work (I worked in a convenience store). My husband (who was off work at his job at the time, but he's retired now) said to me "Don't worry. You just go on to work, I've got Rex for you. I'll get him settled."

Here we are just 2.5 years later (husband is retired and I'm in college now) and Rex is just the sweetest boy that you could ask for. Funny thing is, I'm still and probably will be his "favorite person" to this day and I'm so glad that he's my "child". Rex will always be my "rescue baby". I'm definitely glad that I didn't take a nap and answered my phone or Rex probably would've starved (apparently I was the only one besides my husband who could handle him when it came to meal time).

He knows he's home now and when he gets a chance, he likes to explore our property. We don't care though. He's good about staying close to the house.

Christina Brewer Ainsworth
BRONSON, TX