To you, jeanne, every morning is Christmas morning,” my husband said to me one day. Maybe that was because I grew up during the Great Depression in a tiny New York State farming village. Or maybe it was because of what actually happened there one unforgettable Christmas morning.
Kim, our long-haired collie mix, was my shadow, a constant playmate and companion. Waiting by the front door for me to come home every day from school, Kim was the substitute for the brothers and sisters I never had.
This story is from the November/December 2017 edition of Angels on Earth.
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