Walking Past the Shadow of Doubt

For as long as Mo had known his human, he had worn the label of delinquent. In fact that label is what drove his human to meeting his four-legged best friend in the first place. Operating under the image of a convicted criminal he struggled to find work in the already competitive job market that characterized the overflowing college town. He had grown to expect that he would be rejected as soon as he had to check the box that he had been convicted of ‘drug’ paraphernalia possession. He was not alone in his paraphernalia possession in a town that was built on prostitution and smoked weed like it was a source of life, but he was alone in being caught by the law and used as an example for punishment. He did not look like a criminal and he did not stereotypically act like one, but he had been labeled as one and he could not shake the complex that accompanied it. He began to believe that he did not deserve to do the work he sought out nor the work he had been trained for with his college degree. He thought that he could not progress much from the lowly title of criminal and that he was destined forever for menial labor and the use of his body over his mind. He lowered his standards greatly for a white middle-class citizen of America and turned his sights towards construction of houses over construction of his dreams. It was for this reason that he walked into the Human Society to apply for a job cleaning the facility, and for this reason that Mo walked into his life. And for the first time since being arrested, the human with the compex saw what it was to be loved and admired. Mo did not see him as a criminal and he could not tell that this human smoked weed. He had no idea that this human had been selling ‘drugs’ in the dorms to pay for tuition and he saw him no differently than any other two-legged being. Mo did not judge and he did not seek to judge, all he sought was open and honest love — and that’s all his human had unknowingly been searching for as well. Mo carried a similar complex of low self-worth after being rejected by four different attempted adoptions and being returned to the jail that is the Humane Society for animals recovering from abuse. He did not think that he would ever find a human he would connect with and he was beginning to think that he was the issue in the equation for happiness. He thought that his weird ways of peeing on his leg and being submissive to a fault would never earn him a place in a home. And he thought that is was the role of humans to yell at him and beat him, not love and embrace him. He did not know that there could be a life filled with self-confidence in his quirks until he met his human, and he now sought to return the favor. He attempted to remind his two-legged friend to stand confidently on his own and find strength in his ability to support himself. He pushed him to get outside and show all the nay sayers that despite not being labeled as a strong athlete in his youth, he was still strong enough to do what he enjoyed. And he embraced his own odd ways in order to set an example for his human to follow suit. Although he was a convicted criminal when he first met Mo, Mo was a convicted reject, and they found comfort in sharing their lowly statuses. But from there they taught each other to grow into their own. While Mo embraced peeing like a bitch, his human embraced being labeled as a ‘nerd’. When Mo ran to hide from the vacuum, his human convinced him it was much less scary than it appeared. And when his human tried to hide from life, Mo showed him how to take it one step at a time. And while Mo wore his label of ‘derp’ proudly, his human began to forget his title of ‘criminal’. Because if a gentle, loving creature like Mo could find love in his heart to forgive his human for his transgressions, then how could he not do the same?

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