They pull in your driveway and out creeps this petrified pregnant mama with ears that were mangled by a ?human being?. Five days later the babies are coming — some were alive, some died, one was deformed and rotten — but 7 are fighters and begin to flourish. All part of Mother nature, because life is a fine line, a balance, and you really never know which way it will go. The great Mother of nature makes that final call!
Against all odds, they start to grow, and the laundry starts to flow. Before you have a chance to exhale and begin to believe, people are gathering hoping to claim a tiny miracle as their own to bring home and love. Some days you think, “what have we gotten ourselves into,” but most days you know it will be over as quick as it started and are enjoying every second with the roly-poly, innocent little turd winders. It gives one the sense of having been given a Heavenly gift! As quick as they arrived into your reality, they are suddenly gone. You know that they are on their way to a happy ending, while my emotions run the gamut from deepest joy to deepest sorrow…