You can always judge a person, by how he treats animals. ALWAYS…
He had just delivered the final verdict in a [ho.rri.fic] animal [cr.uel.ty] case. But he couldn’t go back to his chambers until he visited the one victim who wasn’t in the courtroom.
Judge Martin Wallace was a 30-year veteran of the bench. He was known for being stern, fair, and almost impossible to rattle.
But the case of “Finn” had kept him awake at night.
It wasn’t just neglect; it was a deliberate, [ma.licio.us] act. The dog had been found [ch.ain.ed] in an empty apartment after neighbors [re.port.ed] a [sm.ell]. He had been left with no food or water for weeks. The evidence photos of the emaciated animal were something Judge Wallace couldn’t shake.
Today, he had delivered the verdict, sentencing the dog’s [a.bu.ser] to the maximum [pe.nal.ty] allowed, his voice booming with cold anger in the courtroom.
But as he slammed his gavel, he felt no victory. He just felt the crushing weight of the dog’s suffering.
He didn’t go to his chambers. He didn’t even take off his robes. He walked past his stunned staff and drove his own car to the county animal shelter.
A vet tech met him at the door. “He’s very weak, Your Honor,” she warned. “And he’s terrified of everyone. We haven’t been able to get him to respond to much.”
She led him to the medical ward. Judge Wallace looked into the kennel and saw a frail, skeletal pit bull, who just stared blankly at the wall.
The judge unhooked the kennel door and slowly knelt on the concrete floor.
“Hey, buddy,” he said softly. “I’m Martin. I’m the one who… I’m the one who heard your story.”
The dog, who hadn’t moved for anyone, slowly turned his head. He shakily got to his feet, all ribs and bones, and took a wobbly step forward.
Then, to the vet’s astonishment, the dog crept into the judge’s lap, let out a long sigh, and began to gently lick the tears from his face.
“Oh my… he can’t get enough of you,” the vet tech whispered.
Judge Wallace, the toughest man in the courthouse, wrapped his arms around the frail dog, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t get enough of him, either. Look at this face.”
He buried his face in the dog’s neck, not caring about the robe.
“You’re safe now, pal,” he choked out. “You’re all right. It’s all over.”
Judge Wallace visited Finn every week during his recovery.
Two months later, Finn was finally cleared for adoption. The shelter was flooded with offers, but they all knew there was only one person he was going home with.
Judge Wallace signed the final papers, and the dog who had been left for dead walked out the front door, right into his new life.
Tears of both pain and joy. May our world have less cases like this. May it also have more judges like this one. And may it have many many more happy endings like this one. 🐾❤️🙏🏼🐶
