I remember:
-Stealing food from the neighbor dog. His name was Rusty and he loved me.

-Getting hit by a car as I was on the way home from stealing food from Rusty. Moral of the story: stealing hurts.

-Hiding in the bushes along the road after I was hit, because I was scared (and hurt).

-My people searching for me, and calling my name.

-I didn’t say anything, but I don’t know why.

-My people finally finding me, and taking me to the vet. (I hate doctors).

-The vet saying I was okay, other than a few bruised ribs.

-Going home with the family that I love, and finally trusting that they would take good care of me.

Thank you, family, for caring so much for me.

~Lils

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