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Onyx Wesley's Sanctuary

Onyx is a Pit Bull–German Shepherd mix with a heart far bigger than he realizes. His name comes from his dad's obsession with onyx — the deep black gemstone known for its smooth, glossy finish, a perfect match for his shiny black coat. These days, it also happens to fit another obsession: Pokémon. If you asked anyone to describe Onyx, they'd probably say he's protective, goofy, and incredibly whiny. He's the kind of dog who believes it's his personal responsibility to make sure everyone is okay... even if that means stressing himself out in the process. His anxiety is legendary. A busy day? Diarrhea. A strange noise? Better investigate. Dad's heartbeat went up for half a second? Time to check on him immediately. He watches everything. And if something feels wrong, he's already there. For all his worrying, Onyx has a silly side. He doesn't run so much as gallop, moving more like a horse than a dog. He barks whenever his dad and stepmom play fight because, in his mind, roughhousing clearly requires security intervention. The moment his stepmom comes home, he lets out an unforgettable excited howl that sounds like he's announcing the return of royalty. He isn't picky about toys, but given the choice between an expensive dog toy and a cardboard box, the box doesn't stand a chance. Paper bags are equally doomed. Human-owned stuffed animals, however, should never be left unattended. Onyx loves treats, but more than anything, he loves his people. He can be independent throughout the night, but come morning, he's all cuddles. And while his dad likes to think he's still the favorite person, there may be some healthy competition from his stepmom. His expressive whale eyes deserve their own chapter. Excited? Whale eyes. Nervous? Whale eyes. Happy? Whale eyes. Scared? Definitely whale eyes. If Onyx is feeling an emotion, his eyes are going to make sure you know it. For all of his quirks, Onyx has an extraordinary gift: he knows when someone needs him. He can sense sadness, anxiety, or fear before a word is spoken. If you're crying, he'll quietly press his head against yours as if to remind you that you're not alone. It's a comfort that can't really be taught. He's also a hero. One of his dad's favorite memories is the day Onyx saved his sister, Bryar, from drowning. It wasn't something anyone asked him to do. He simply knew someone needed help and acted without hesitation. If Onyx had a job, he'd probably be a psychiatrist — one who desperately needed a prescription for Lexapro himself. He'd spend his days helping everyone regulate their emotions while secretly worrying about absolutely everything. He'd also probably tell people to stop having fun if he decided they were having fun the wrong way. His greatest strength is knowing when something is wrong. His greatest weakness is cardboard boxes... and a female dog in heat. Onyx has made life harder more than a few times. He's created messes, caused chaos, and tested everyone's patience. But he's also been there through the hardest days, offering comfort without needing to be asked. He's protected his family, made them laugh until they cried, and, in more ways than he'll ever understand, saved his dad just as much as his dad saved him. At first glance, most people notice how big he is. The people who really know him discover that his heart is even bigger.

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August 24, 2017

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The Time I Saved My Sister

By Holland Wesley

I know how to swim. I've known how to swim basically my entire life. B and I grew up on a lake. When Dad lived at The Pier in Clemson, the lake was right outside. He took us swimming all the time. At least twice a week. Sometimes Dad would swim with us too. Those were especially fun because I could swim over to him, grab onto him, and play. Dad seemed to have some concerns about this. Something about me "drowning" him. I don't really know what he was talking about. Everyone survived. Anyway. I am an experienced swimmer. Then Dad moved us to Denver when I was about two. There was significantly less swimming in Denver. There was significantly less water in general. When Dad did find water, there were usually other dogs and people around. He likes taking us places where we can be by ourselves, and apparently that's harder to do here than it was in Clemson. But that's okay, we have fun other ways now. So for a few years, B and I didn't get to swim very much. Then, sometime around 2023 or 2024, Dad finally took us to a creek. Water. Finally. I ran straight in. I hadn't forgotten anything. I galloped. I splashed. I swam. I ran through the shallow parts and jumped into the deeper parts. It was just like Clemson. Almost. Dad had left our leashes attached because we were in Denver and apparently Denver has rules. He knew we'd probably be fine without them, but he wanted to be able to grab us quickly if another dog showed up. So our leashes floated behind us. Dad kept watching them to make sure they didn't get caught on any branches. The leashes being on ended up being a good thing. Everything was fine. I was near Dad. B was swimming. Then B wasn't fine. She had gone into a deeper part of the creek. She turned around. She started swimming back. But she wasn't coming back. She was paddling. And paddling. And staying in the same place. Current. Dad saw it too. "OH MY GOD, B!" He started looking for a way to get to her. I didn't wait. B needed help. I ran into the water. It got deeper. I kept going. Then I couldn't run anymore. So I swam. Dad started yelling behind me. "YEAH, BUBBY! GET IT!" I knew what I needed. B's leash was floating behind her. I swam toward it. I tried to grab it. Missed. "YOU'RE SO GOOD, BUBBY!" Okay. Again. I opened my mouth. Got it. I turned around. The leash came with me. Which meant B came with me. So I swam. Back through the deep part. Back toward Dad. Back until my feet could touch the bottom again. And B's could too. B was safe. Dad was very excited. Apparently, I had done something impressive. I don't really know why. B needed help. So I helped B. Nobody had to tell me to go into the water. Nobody had to tell me to swim to her. Nobody had ever taught me to grab a leash and pull another dog back to shore. Dad didn't teach me any of that. But he didn't need to. That's my sister. I knew she was scared. I knew she couldn't get back. And I knew there was something attached to her that I could grab. So I grabbed it. For the record, Dad has pointed out that there is something ironic about me saving someone from drowning when I would apparently "almost drown him" in Clemson. Again: Everyone survived. I don't see the issue. Besides, that was playing. This was B. There's a difference. Dad still talks about the day I rescued her. He tells people he didn't teach me how to do it. He tells them he didn't give me a command. He says I can sense when somebody is in distress almost immediately, and I'm there. I don't know about all of that. I just know what happened. B needed help. I went and got her. She's my sister. Of course I did. I got so many pets and kisses in return. Maybe B should almost drown more often.

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