Dear Poppy, one of our Ukraine refugees, has the face of our old Holly.
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.
Now she has been out in the garden, wagged that beautiful tail. Said hello to her new dad. Slowly accepting the welcome of her new pack. She is aware, nervous but learning she is safe. We shall take each day, and we shall love deeply each cuddle. So blessed that you are here.
Thank you again to everyone involved in saving her life.
