I had a little puppy called Sedona. When I left Quebec, rather quickly because my mother was dying in New Zealand, I advertised “Free to a Good Home” in the local paper.
A woman came and picked her up. She phoned that evening to say they had been playing in the back yard in the snow. The puppy seemed happy with her new home!
I often wonder how Sedona’s doing, and if she’s alright.
Of course she is!