Maple is as warm and sweet as a pancake breakfast on a chilly morning. With fur the color of golden syrup and hugs that melt away worries, Maple has always been the quiet, steady type — the one who waits patiently by the window and always saves the softest spot on the bed.
She used to live near a sugar shack deep in the woods, where the air smelled like campfire and cinnamon. She kept bees company in spring and watched the leaves turn in fall — always wondering when it would be her turn for a forever hug.
Now, Maple is here, ready to be loved again. She may be soft and gentle, but her heart is big enough to hold yours.
