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Part 1: The Morning My Dog Wouldn’t Stop Scratching at the Door

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sure if I was talking to her or to myself.

One by one, I lifted the kittens, cradling them against me. They were impossibly small, their bodies light but full of life. The mother cat followed without resistance, stepping into the crook of my arm as if she trusted me completely.

Baxter stayed close, pacing just behind me as we made our way back toward continue reading …

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