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Keita
And how she has chosen us
She came to us in January, on a sunny day in the second half of the month. She was exhausted and neglected, having been running around for at least two weeks. Her feet were bleeding, and her fur was full of tangles.
She came into our garden and rested under our balcony. She was very thirsty and hungry. She arrived at the right time, as we had just become dogless the previous winter.
Our black shepherd, Ulix, loved playing in the snow, so he ate a large amount of it, and we lost him. We were all very sad. But our father suffered the most. He had to dig 3 meters into the snow and another 3 meters deep into the earth to prepare a decent burial in our back garden. He swore never to have another dog again.
I was the first to find her glued to our back door, maybe because I always took a complete tour of our garden around our home to see how the trees and plants were doing. Of course, I let her into the house, and then I called my father, who was working in his atelier in the attic. He came running down the stairs so fast that the whole house trembled.
“Poor thing, we have to feed her to get her back in shape as soon as possible,” in his determined voice. There were no signs of not being willing to adopt another dog.
