Dear Marley,

Where to begin? You were born on the floor of a kill shelter down south. I don’t know if you remember it, but you certainly don’t know what a “kill shelter” is and you will never have to find out because you were rescued. After days of searching I saw your little face on my computer screen and I knew you were meant to be mine, and you were.

In 2 short years we have been through so much. Not many people would have stuck by me through that whole homeless thing but you did. You believed me when I said we would get a home of our own and not be sleeping on a basement floor forever, and we found one.

Side note:I realize our neighbors are awful people that don’t like you for some unknown reason but, please try to not act like you’re going to jump through the window and maul them. I know that this is just an act but they believe it may happen.

You make me laugh everyday with your love of life and everything around you…except for squirrels and turkeys. You love just being with me, you don’t care what I’m doing or what I look like, if I’m happy or sad. You have become a part of me, and I love you a bit more every day…if that’s possible.

Love,

Mom

Breed: Mutt


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