A Garden, a Dog, and an Unexpected Miracle
Every morning, I blamed a garden thief—until the truth unraveled my heart. It wasn’t raccoons or foxes ruining my crops. It was a starving rabbit, trying to feed her babies. When she died, my grieving dog, Runa, took over—nursing two orphaned kits as her own. The same dog who once chased squirrels now raised rabbits with tender devotion. In their survival, she found healing. And I found perspective. What I thought was a nuisance turned out to be a quiet miracle. Love, it seems, doesn’t ask for permission. It just shows up—when and where we least expect it.
I CAUGHT MY DOG HIDING SOMETHING—AND IT CHANGED EVERYTHING I THOUGHT I KNEW
