December 17, 2017
Every morning I wake up cuddled in my Mom’s arms. She is giving me little kisses, rubbing my belly, and is softly (so she doesn’t wake up Dad, who is snoring near by) telling me she loves me.
But Sunday mornings are the best. The room isn’t dark like most mornings, so when I open my eyes I see Mom, and then Dad, and I know this is real and not puppy heaven or a dream I was having.
I sure love my new forever family and how much they love me.
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