My story begins in the summer of 1994. It was June when you found me and gave me a warm bed, food and water, and a toy to play with. I can remember you saying that I was not adoptable because I had a biting issue.
My soon to be new mommy did NOT care, she said I was just a baby and did not know any better. Reluctantly you let me go with her. You made a mean comment, ‟she will be back they wont keep her”.
| Sadie Lynn |
| Heather |