I didn't think I'd make it through the loss of Peka. I'm nowhere close to feeling better, but at least I'm starting to believe that I will someday.
I spent 12 hours volunteering at the shelter today to keep my mind busy. We had 10 bottle baby puppies (from 2 litters) dropped off. I think I have the word 'sucker' tattooed on my forehead, because I took 2 of them (even though I SWORE I needed sleep and a break from fostering). They were thrown in a dumpster with 5 littermates. One of them didn't make it I have named my girl after Peka. I named the boy Sterling because of his coloring. They are just a couple days old.
You can see her umbilical cord.
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