Dear Friend:
A car pulled up our driveway, just last Sunday, with a little 3 week old pup. Eyes barely open and barely alive. Anxious owner didn't know what else to do to save his life. Rejected by his mama, the owner kept finding this little pup in a hole in the backyard. Could we help?
Larry brought the little baby inside - he was barely moving. It had been quite awhile since we've had one so little - 'where's the bottles?, don't we gotta boil those? - where's the formula? - he needs a bath, he's covered in fleas. Finally, after a bath, and a feeding, the little guy was down for a restful sleep.
Stroking his little sleeping body I prayed that he would make it. I asked Larry what should we name him?? But we both heartbreakingly knew it was too soon. He had already been through so much in his short life, and odds were not in his favor, but ohhhhh what a will to live and we would soon learn - a warrior spirit was in the little tiny body.
