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August 21 2012, My dogs puppy whom I took as my own because her mother would not accept her is passing away slowly as I know it. But... my other dog was pregnant as well. So as I weep outside in the rain I hear a puppy's cry and I think it was mine, so I rush inside and nothing. I go back out and hear it again and this time I know... it was a newborn.

Stuck between a retired washing machine and fence while its thundering and raining with puddles as high as the top of my foot, I get my brother to help move the washing machine. Piles of old junk on top everything collapses and I stand silently. I hear a cry still... Knowing the baby is still alive I move the collapsed junk and inhale a load of dust (I know its bad). Coughing I grab the puppy who, when I saw it was crawling farther away but when I got near it crawled right back toward me, and I held it in my arms.

Setting the puppy in a dry safe place with her mother I instantly thought...

If I couldn't save my baby Angel's Grace/Baby, I would risk being crushed by a washer and old junk to save her.