Why Must I Walk?!

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Chamroeun was having none of it today. The milk was warm. The bottle was full. But there was one big problem… It was on the…
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From Dirt to Love

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She was barely a day old—tiny, trembling, and covered in layers of dirt and dried mud. Her fur was matted, her belly sunken, and her…
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You’re Late, Daddy

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Luna sat in the middle of the living room floor, tiny hands curled into fists, tail twitching behind her. Her bottle lay untouched nearby. Her…
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I Don’t Want to Sit

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Chamroeun was having one of those days. He was moody from the moment he woke up—didn’t want breakfast, didn’t want cuddles, and especially didn’t want…
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Be Brave, Janet—It’s Just a New Bandage

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Janet sat curled in a soft towel, her eyes wide with worry. Her little hand was still swollen from the deep wound she’d arrived with—now…
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Only Two Days Old… and Already Alone

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She was barely the size of a human hand—eyes sealed shut, pink face wrinkled, and a tiny belly rising and falling with shallow breaths. Only…
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