I came across her on a chilly early morning while walking down a quiet trail. Curled up tightly in the frost-dusted grass, she resembled a tiny, newborn puppy—pink, hairless, and barely stirring.
She was so delicate that it was hard to tell whether she was breathing at all. Instinctively, I wrapped her in my scarf and hurried home, placing her …
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