Hi! I'm Clover. I'm an 11-month-old sheltie and my foster mom is helping me create this blog. I want to tell you more about me. I guess I should start at the beginning. At least, as much as I can remember....
There was warmth, cold, dim sounds, silence, and lots of movement. My mother licking my ears, someone biting my tail, being hungry and I couldn't find food. Little bits and pieces of memory, but mostly I remember how they disappeared. Someone would come, watch me, pick me up, look closely into my face and set me down. Later one of my brothers or sisters would be gone. One by one they disappeared and once they were gone I cried.
And I cried all day, and I howled, hoping somehow they'd hear me and return. I didn't like being alone. The people who owned my mother would say "Shhh!" but I just felt lonely. Often I was put in a crate... even though I had a blanket, and sometimes a chewie, I was very sad.
One day they put me in the back of a car and took me to my foster mother's home. They set me on a smooth tile floor and left me in sunlight.
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