On Friday morning, we woke up bright and early and packed Darby in her pink carrier. She wasn’t happy about being in the car and she let us know – loudly and repeatedly. (Seriously, you would have thought we were burning her with red hot pokers!) At 7:30 on the dot, we stood outside a mobile home in front of a church, filled out paperwork, and handed her over to a guy wearing scrubs and toe shoes.
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