I should share why we named little Milly little Milly: because just then, when I had woken up my mom to wish her a happy birthday, we decided it was a little miracle that she had recovered and would be coming home in the morning--and the Spanish word for miracle is milagro.
Little milagro = little Milly.
Sometimes, life presents timing so ironic that it sounds like a screenplay someone's writing at a Starbucks.
But I have some good news. The breeder, Julie, in a very considerate gesture, is sending us Milly's sister on Tuesday. She'll have some big paws to fill, but we look forward to her arrival.
And Craig suggested the perfect name: Vanilly.
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