Emma

Emma was a puppy mill breeder that Ingela took under her wing about eight years ago.  Ingela asked me to foster Emma and I refused — Emma barely moved, just drooled with no expression on her face and no life in her eyes.  I never saw a dog I wanted to foster less.

But, being Ingela, she finally convinced me to take Emma.  I took her into my home where she continued to drool, refused to walk, play or even look me in the eye,  No one ever inquired about adopting Emma.

But, after a few months, Emma began to come out of her shell.  The spark that only Ingela could see emerged over a period of years.  After seven years of love and joy, Emma slipped away from me, in my arms, at home, of her own volition (as she did everything).

I will always love and remember both Ingela and Emma, the love of my life.  – Karen.

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