Tomorrow, will be one year since I adopted Socks. She went from a terrified little girl who had to be pulled from a crate and physically carried to my vehicle at Pet Smart in Quackertown. She went from being scared of her own shadow, never knew steps, not housetrained, and slept under my bed for almost 2 weeks, to confidence. She still doesn't like people who try to move in on her without her sniffing and giving her a few minutes, a quirk She rescued me. I lost my Gunner, my parents, Bella, 2 uncles, a cousin, my physical freedom, my job of 22 years and trying to figure out where the reset button was. I was not handling it well. It was too much in a short period of time. I learned she was my reset button. She means the absolute world to me. I love spending time with her and coming home to her. She is my velcro lady. She was sent to me from Gunner and Bella. I walk her over to the cemetery to visit my parents (which crushes me every time) and she sniffs my parents graves. She seems to know who they are. Does she still have potty accidents, rarely but it happens. Usually when she is mad she cannot go somewhere with us. Rescues have quirks. I don't mind quirks. I rescued amazing animals, Socks is one and I couldn't be prouder of her. Socks aka, Sockeroni, Roni, Sockalicious, and Socka Socka is my beautiful soul, my blanket thief, my bed hog, and my love. It is ok if people don't understand, she does. Forever a rescue mom. Love you Socks! I am looking forward to many more years of adventures and love.
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