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Patsy shivered in the
new home, despite the heat and the friendliness of the other occupants and the
happy sounds, despite the good food waiting for her, despite…everything.
She had never, in her
whole life, been in a place where she was welcomed and where nothing was
expected of her.
Someone approached
her and Patsy reflexively ducked her head and curled up, waiting for the first
strike and subsequent kick, over and over again.
Instead Patsy found a
kind hand and quiet reassurances that she was home, that this was now her home:
love, friendship, food, and a warm bed were hers if she wanted them.
If she wanted them?
Patsy licked the
offered hand and gazed into the gentle eyes, with her tail wagging for the
first time in a long time.
This is a post from 5 years ago, when I started to feel a sense of confidence as a writer.
