It was cold evening in October 2007 when I found you alone in the woods.
You were scared and cold. You had been attacked by “something.” A wild animal? Maybe even the cruel person before they discarded you like trash.
Now I know why I went on that walk, at that time of day, in that direction.
You have lived safely with me and you have never been scared or cold or hungry or unloved again. And neither have I.
Posted by Joan
