I always told myself when Monty died I would help another dog, one in need who no one wanted. He died on a Monday and that Wednesday I saw a plea to help an emaciated, abused dog left tied to a fence. I just knew I had to help her. I filled out a foster application instantly and by that Friday I drove almost 4 hours to pick her up from the rescue that saved her to foster her. She was scared but she trusted me instantly. I think of that book, are you my mother. I think she knew I was there to save her and she’s been a stage 5 clinger ever since. She’s gained at least 15 lbs, a lot of confidence and her feisty personality shines through now. I know Monty is looking down on me with a big smile. The similarities between her and Monty are uncanny, they both have similar markings and personalities. I know she was sent my way through him. This is what one month of properly feeding and loving a dog looks like. Who rescued who?! 🥹❤️ She’s literally and figuratively on top of the world (check out the last picture). Follow her journey - NOVA & Her New Beginning.