Every rescued animal has a super power, a little something
extra gained from the pain of enduring terrible stories of loss and survival.
My super power is not being afraid of love. For three years
I lived 24/7 in a small, hard sided travel crate, was debarked twice then
dumped with a rescue group. I could have
given up. I didn’t. I remained open to love and am now living the
life I was born to live – warm, safe, well fed and loved beyond my wildest
dreams.
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| In MY bed, atop MY blanket on MY chair |
What’s your story?
Connect with me here, on my blog, on my FB page or tweet me (@MissPishPosh) if you would like to
share your story and reveal your super power.
I can’t wait to learn about all the amazing stories.
^ . . ^
Woof!
