Dear Poppy, one of our Ukraine refugees, has the face of our old Holly. On her first day, she came straight in, under a table to a bed and stayed there. Desperate for a drink, but that was it for 24 hours. She didn’t move. She slept, she watched. Then she sat up a little when I went to her. Looked me deep in the eyes, you could feel the pain. We loved, she shook. But she ate a little. And so we have grown. Gradually, she went out into the garden, and wagged that beautiful tail. A few months on and Poppy has found life in Outreach with dear Wendy.
