When I began to have Waffle, she helped me learn greater things in life. Regardless of her health case, our days together went by in many surprises. I was not used to have a pet looking after to whatever I am doing all day. She enjoys every second we are together. Her blinking eyes that greets me in the morning, her wagging tail and jumps at me every time I was back home and the one who waits to call her name and runs to share my bed.
My youngest daughter told me that our puppy recovered from disease because of our love for her.
Waffle felt that we laid all the cards just to win her from trouble.
Love heals all wounds.
There are no more traces of wounds to Waffle. Her skin and hair is now her pride. People are pleased to her everywhere she go. Waffle doesn't know her cuteness, but she gives cuteness in our moods giving everyone reason to smile always.
I believe that God heard me when I plead for Waffle's cure, that day when I was down and giving up out of despair.
Mange disease goes away gradually. I learned lots of ways how to prevent recurrence of the infection.
Today, my fur baby just had an exciting day again.
Love is the key.
God's love that heals, and Love that heals all wounds.
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