Dear Breeze,
I’ll never forget the week you came into my life. I was on my way to Mendocino to celebrate my birthday when my neighbor called to tell me you had shown up at her home, soaked and trying to get out of the rain. At first she said you were jumping all over the place with no manners, and I honestly didn’t know why she was calling me — I had no plans to get another dog, and if I ever did, it was going to be an older one.
But twenty minutes later, she called again.
This time she said, “You know… she’s actually a really sweet dog.”
Those words lingered.
I told her, “If you can hang on to her for a few days, I’ll see what I can do.”
I might as well have said, “I’m getting a dog sight unseen,” because that’s exactly how it turned out.
When I got home and went down the hill to meet you, you were running around with Ellie, the neighbor’s yellow Lab — only five months old, full of energy, full of personality, and full of puppy chaos. But I had given my word, and I brought you home.
That’s when the real journey began.
You needed training, you needed to be spayed, and you had enough energy to outlast anyone. You chewed whatever you could reach, jumped over the back of the couch, locked us out of the house more than once, and ran circles around everyone. I questioned myself many times, wondering why I thought a puppy was a good idea.
But in my heart, I knew you belonged with me.
Breeze, the nonprofit didn’t technically start with you — my love for animals began when I was a little kid, rescuing snails and every stray who crossed my path. But you were the spark that reminded me that loving animals wasn’t enough… I needed to help them.
You were the push that brought Breeze’s Street Friends to life — the final reminder that compassion is meant to be shared.
It’s been quite a journey.
You’ve tested every ounce of patience I have, but you’ve also shown me joy, loyalty, and the fierce determination of a soul who knows they were meant for a real home.
Even when you drive me crazy jumping fences, disappearing for hours, and coming home only when you feel like it… love is always waiting at the door.
Thank you for showing up when you did.
Thank you for choosing warmth, safety, and home.
You changed my life in ways I never expected.
With love,
Pam
