I was furious about my destroyed vegetables until my dog showed me the truth. What I’d assumed was wanton destruction turned out to be a mother’s final act of love – and my grieving shepherd’s path to healing.
After weeks of mysterious garden damage, I set traps and cameras, determined to catch the culprit. But the real discovery came when Runa, my heartbroken dog who’d recently lost her puppies, led me to a quiet corner of the barn. There, tucked against her belly, were two orphaned rabbits she’d been keeping alive.
The pieces fell together when I found their mother’s body nearby. Those “stolen” vegetables had been her attempts to nurse her babies before she died. And Runa, in her quiet wisdom, had taken up the mantle of motherhood when it was needed most.
