Joy sat in my throat like an egg resting on a spoon, quiet and fragile, but real. — Shannon Kopp, Pound for Pound: A Story of One Woman's Recovery and the Shelter Dogs Who Loved Her Back to Life

Joy sat in my throat like an egg resting on a spoon, quiet and fragile, but real. — Shannon Kopp, Pound for Pound: A Story of One Woman's Recovery and the Shelter Dogs Who Loved Her Back to Life

Joy sat in my throat like an egg resting on a spoon, quiet and fragile, but real. — Shannon Kopp, Pound for Pound: A Story of One Woman's Recovery and the Shelter Dogs Who Loved Her Back to Life

Joy sat in my throat like an egg resting on a spoon, quiet and fragile, but real. — Shannon Kopp, Pound for Pound: A Story of One Woman's Recovery and the Shelter Dogs Who Loved Her Back to Life

Joy sat in my throat like an egg resting on a spoon, quiet and fragile, but real. — Shannon Kopp, Pound for Pound: A Story of One Woman's Recovery and the Shelter Dogs Who Loved Her Back to Life

Joy sat in my throat like an egg resting on a spoon, quiet and fragile, but real.

— Shannon Kopp, Pound for Pound: A Story of One Woman's Recovery and the Shelter Dogs Who Loved Her Back to Life

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