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.
|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.
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