SOUL HEALING WITH OUR ANIMAL COMPANIONS: The Hidden Keys to a Deeper Animal-Human Connection

Misty was a small, dirty blonde ball of fur with a shaggy face entirely tear-stained in a dark red colour. She was lying down on the floor of her cage, quiet and completely uninterested in my mother and me. I wasn’t interested either, but my mother remained in front of Misty’s cage, mind already made up.