From Shelter Pup to Expat Dog

by NYCarey 3 Comments

My name is Layla and I am a dog.

Layla Belle, Shelter Dog NYC My first memory is of my mom. She was warm and I couldn’t open my eyes but she kissed me and gave me milk. It seemed like only a day or two and I was removed from her. She cried and I cried and I didn’t see her again.

I dream of her sometimes. I hope she knows I love her. I hope she has a good life and is not kept in a cold place or abused or chained. I hope she is free to run in fields of green grass and she has a person who loves her and she loves back.

I was brought to a store where there were other pups like me. I played with them and they also shared memories that were similar to mine. There, I was cuddled by a nice couple and brought to a warm home.

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