It started as an ordinary morning, the kind where the sun spills lazily across the kitchen floor, and Marsa, my sleek gray tabby, prowls gracefully between the cabinets. But that day, the routine shattered in the most unexpected way. I found Marsa in the living room, curled protectively around a small bundle of tiny, shivering puppies. Their little bodies were warm and breathing softly, and my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t imagine where she had found them, or why she seemed to have taken such responsibility upon herself. Before I could process the scene, there was a knock at...
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