When doctors told Sarah and Michael Parker that their six-month-old son, Noah, had Type 1 Spinal Muscular Atrophy—and likely wouldn’t move or survive beyond toddlerhood—their world collapsed. Hope felt unreachable as their days blurred into a painful routine of hospital visits, medical jargon, and the steady hum of machines.
Then, in the midst of their despair, Sarah came across a video of a therapy dog bringing joy to nursing home residents. Something in her stirred. She suggested getting a puppy—not just any dog, but a golden retriever. Michael was unsure, but Sarah was resolute. At the shelter, she was drawn to the smallest, quietest pup. Max wasn’t playful like the others, but his calm demeanor struck a chord. When he gently licked her hand, Sarah knew: he was the one.