When we adopted Arón, he was just a tiny thing. All bones and big eyes, wearing a pink shirt that hung loose on him. He was full of parasites, always hungry, but also incredibly playful. We had to get him vaccinated right away—he was so skinny and weak. Slowly, with good food and love, he started to grow. In this photo he looks calm, but don't be fooled: he was a little tornado, running around the patio, chasing leaves, then begging for food like he hadn't eaten in days. Now, seeing him grown and waiting for me at the door, I know every vaccine, every meal, every bit of care was worth it.
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