12.29.2018

December 28, 2018

White Dog smiled a protective smile. It was very cold and snowy and the wind howled outside. Yet somehow we were a haven in the storm; both pups and humans felt it.

"There is something so satisfying seeing Nilla resting there so completely trusting and at ease. I know I will never understand the baggage that our recruits bring, but it amazes me that each finds a way to give themselves over and find security with us. It is kind of an honor, you know, momma?"

I kissed her head and my words got just a little stuck. "White Dog, your empathy is as beautiful as your sister's peace."


1 comment:

meowmeowmans said...

White Dog is so, so wise. What a beautiful truth she speaks.