Skin and bones and heart
Dispatch from the Santa Fe Humane Society shelter, June 2, 2010
I hand feed her kibble from the bowl in the corner. She takes it politely, soft mouth, soft eyes. I scratch behind her ears, a nourishment she seems to prefer to the food. She scooches closer, starved it appears, for more than just something to eat.
After a few minutes, she remembers there are other mouths to feed and steps back into her bed to let her pups nurse. She lowers herself in slowly, gingerly, taking care not to squash any limbs or poke a belly with an elbow. More likely, she'd collapse under their bodies; she can't weigh much more than they do.
I slip her a few more kibble before saying goodbye. I'll check in on you again Friday, Beautiful...
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