April 14, 2005

Ruby, My Dear...

We found Ruby when she was not more than 3 months old. A little head peeked out of a canvas sack on the side of the street. She had a broken hip joint, apparently after someone kicked her... then discarded her. Almost 11 years later, she is still my love...



She runs like the wind, well, used to. Now she moves like a calming breeze.

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