When We Picked Up Maggie, She Was A Bag of Bones

I’ve been fostering puppies for years, but I never had one like Maggie. I met her nearly lifeless in the lobby of the Atlanta Humane Society. A vet tech turned the corner with a hairless bag of bones dangling from her arms. It looked like a burn victim, red and blistered. She asked me if
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Maureen Goldman

Catherine’s Table stories explore the heart of a family, the soul in quiet living, and the power of love. Catherine’s Table is named in honor of my Aunt Kay who is my second mom. She taught me how to find joy and comfort in everything we did. I spent countless summer nights at her table where I learned what it means to be a family.

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When We Picked Up Maggie, She Was A Bag of Bones

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