Two and a half years ago you were one of the many dogs we found near the shelter..living with your siblings on the field, all around 3 months old, scared, skinny and full of worms and ticks ..chased by people. I’ve seen them gone one by one and couldn’t save them, we had too many.. every time I was feeding you i was whispering “please survive, please trust me, let me cuddle you, have faith, one day I’ll take you in ..”
You grew up and had to be spayed..had also a wound..we caught you and you were spayed but space was still a problem in shelter ..you should have go on the street again..
I couldn’t let you go anymore..
For some strange reasons, you got a big piece of my heart, being always shy, sensitive, delicate, not understood, needing protection, special… You are Maria’s age..you must be another child of mine from other life..
I’m so proud of you for how much you have evolved, how wonderful you have flourished..
I dreamed of this day when I’ll say,
You go Home, Sipke..
I hope with all my heart that life treats you great and offer the family and forever love that you deserve ..