The day I was picked up from the basket, I knew I had found my people. The gentle touch and love in the eyes was enough. I sat for the first time in a car to go home. I was very excited, but the moment the car started moving, I got a strange feeling in my tummy.
My home is on the third floor. I was carried up because I was too small to climb the stairs. There was a small box ready for me. It was lined with a warm and soft rug. Aha! it was so comfortable. Before keeping me down gently in my box, I was told that my name is Jaggu.
I love my name - short, sweet and different!
aaaaaawwwww Vimi! My Jags has a place in my heart, in your third-floor home and now even in cyber space!!!
ReplyDeleteI love the picture of him. Absolutely. Please give him a huge hug from me!