I love my little dog. He came to us wet, and squirming, and cold, and in need of us. Abandoned in an alley behind our neighborhood, his whimpers were the only sign that a wee life was about to be snuffed out by a freeze on its way. Had we not heard his whimpers, he would have been dead in 12 hours.
But we did hear the cries of this tiny pup, carelessly abandoned in the dead of winter. We swaddled him, nursed him, and when Christmas arrived a week later, showered him with gifts (and vaccinations).
This holiday season will mark four years our little dog has brought joy and snuggles into our world. I look so forward to the many years to come.