Our eyes met, she backed up and growled at me, I picked her up and laughed. Lily
(Lil’ Bear) had been thrown over the fence at the Humane Society at
approximately 10 weeks old. I worked with her to prepare her for the perfect
home and she chose imperfect me.
Twelve years later here we are… most days I still give her space, but there are
days I just grab that fuzzy face and plant a big kiss on it. She tolerates me
and at times even comes to me for a little love.
She was diagnosed with stomach cancer. We are going to fight this as only two
feisty red heads can… with all our might. We would appreciate your prayers.