Be forewarned this story will affect you. It is a telling of the life, love and loss of a beloved family member. This is easily one of the hardest things I’ve ever written but I really wanted to share this with you all. I hope it helps you in some way.
Yolanda Tripp (2003 – 2010)
Her story starts in Greece. She and her siblings were born into the care of someone so vile they treated small pups like rubbish. Literally. On a fall day in 2003 a Greek goddess happened to be enjoying a stroll on her island when she heard some whimpering from a garbage compactor. The Goddess rescued four puppies and cared for them until homes could be found. Two of those dogs (Yolanda and Dmax) were able to obtain some European pet passports and booked international travel under the protection of the evil eye to their new home here in Philadelphia. (The goddess still keeps an eye out for helpless dogs in need of love and always manages to get them to wherever that love awaits.)