Three Legs, One Heart—And Rocket Never Looked Back

People passed him every day because of what he was missing—but they never saw the one thing he had more than enough of: love.

Rocket spent five long months in a shelter. A reddish-brown pitbull pup with soft eyes and a tail that never gave up.

But no one stopped. They saw three legs and kept walking. Everyone wanted “perfect.”

Then I came along. I wasn’t looking to adopt—just visiting. But Rocket looked at me. And it wasn’t just a look—it was a question: “Will you see me?”

And I did.

That day, I took Rocket home. I didn’t know what I was getting. Turns out—I got everything.

I thought having three legs would slow Rocket down.

I was wrong.

He runs. On three legs. Like a firecracker exploding into motion.

I bought an electric skateboard just to keep up. Rocket averages 17 mph—every day. Tireless. Joyful. Fearless.

With ears flapping and tongue out, he’s not a “disabled” dog.

He’s a spirit set free. He’s proof that resilience is louder than pity. That heart beats harder than perfection.

Rocket didn’t need fixing. He just needed someone to believe.

And thankfully—that someone was me.

Every ride with Rocket reminds me:
You don’t need to be whole to be loved—you just need to keep running.