As I’ve no doubt said before, Morris was about to put her down when I adopted her. She came from a house with little kids and a couple dogs, she had developed nervous diarrhea and nervous tremors, and was skittish as hell.
She’s much better now, and we’re both much happier, lately.
She’s my primary reason for living, especially when my frustration with the Trust’s hindering my life and recovery is as prevalent, frustrating and inexplicable as it is now, and has been.
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