This one starts like a sad country song.
A man walks into a Kentucky vet clinic, holding a tiny, limp puppy. The pup weighs less than a sack of flour and has parvo—a death sentence for most dogs her size. The man looks at the vet and says, “She’s too far gone. Just put her down.”
But Dr. Matt McGlasson? He doesn’t do “quit.”
He looked at that 4-pound puppy—frail, sick, barely hanging on—and said the five words that changed both their lives: “I’ll take care of her.”
And just like that, a decision most wouldn’t even second-guess turned into something beautiful.
He named her Chickie.
She was supposed to die. She didn’t.
Dr. McGlasson fought like hell for her—IV fluids, medications, constant monitoring. And Chickie? That little firecracker fought right back. One paw in front of the other, she got better. Stronger. Hungrier. Louder.
And she never left his side again.
Eight years later, Chickie is the queen of his house, his heart, and his veterinary clinic. She struts around like she owns the place (because let’s be honest—she kinda does). She’s his shadow, his couch buddy, his co-pilot, and his reminder that sometimes the best things in life come wrapped in trouble and shaking like a leaf.
Dr. McGlasson didn’t just save Chickie. Chickie lit up his world in a way no one saw coming.
She’s been by his side through long nights, stressful surgeries, even through the emotional toll of the pandemic. She’s not just a pet—she’s a partner.
So here’s the lesson: when the world says “give up,” sometimes all it takes is one person to say “no.”
That one act of compassion? It turned a dying puppy into a beloved best friend.
Dr. Matt McGlasson didn’t just take a chance on Chickie. He gave her life. And in return, she gave him something even bigger—unshakable loyalty, endless joy, and a story worth telling for the rest of his days.
That, my friend, is what love looks like with fur and four paws.