Eleven months ago today you entered our lives. In this photo you were tired, sick, extremely underweight, and on your way to your new home for the first time. We hadn't set out to adopt a seven year old dog, not with a little girl who wanted a new pup to grow up with. But your gentle spirit and loyal nature were obvious to me... and from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you needed to be with us. It took you a while to heal from the hardship of your lonely travels, and we will never know just how long that was. The folks at the shelter told us you were sent up from the south and it is very likely you were a Katrina dog. I do know it took you days to wag your tail, weeks to be able to run faster than Adam, but you still have not given up your desire to be held and loved constantly. We know that whoever your family was before us, they loved you too. It shows in everything that you do.
Who could have known at this time one year ago, as you struggled to survive and to make it another day, this union was on the horizon. Thank you dear Sukha, for the many blessings you have brought to our family.