I tend to spend a lot of time wondering about who abandoned such a tiny, innocent thing. On what grounds they thought it was reasonable to leave her in a box and walk away. But it doesn’t take me very long to get to the same conclusion, we were just meant to be together. Cliche I know, but when I burst into tears (because I’m pregnant and the internet does that to me) and she wakes from a sound sleep to curl up next to me, press her paws against my face and lick every last tear until I stop, I mean that’s something, right? I guess what I’m saying is I just don’t think we’re giving her a second chance or anything like that. I think we’re simply fulfilling what was always going to be.