She had no name, no home, and no one to give her the love she deserved. She had been abandoned, left to die. She needed someone’s care. She needed me.
Sitting in geometry class, I heard about an abandoned and neglected puppy. When classes ended later that day, I knew what I must do. I had the address. I needed to drive.
A few hours after school, I found myself home once again, but this time with a new family member. She was precious. She was Muffie.
For a twenty-one year old, I feel as if I’ve accomplished a great deal in my life to this point. Regardless of the truth to this statement, saving Muffie remains what I’m most proud of.
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