In 2004, I got my angel, Pippin. He was a tiny puppy, smallest I had seen; he looked me in the eyes and chewed on my hoodie string. A few months after I got him, my husband at the time started abusing me. It started small and kept worsening. I would curl into the smallest ball and cry. Pip would wiggle in and lick my tears or just lay down with his head under my chin. His love was this amazing light in my darkness. Pip would always have to be by me. Whenever my ex was saying how horrible I was or how unlovable I was, Pip was there to say I love you and you are awesome. So many times after my ex was done I would hold him and whisper my angel you are my strength. And he let me, no matter how long I needed him he was there. Years later I eventually found the strength to leave. My Pip was always there to pull me through the hard times. Everyone who saw us said we inseparable. This fall I had to make the decision to separate, but I know my angel is a real angel now who watches over all of us. Our bond was that strong. Pippin, my angel, my light I will love him forever.

Ruth
GREENVILLE, MI