This post is going to start off sounding like a sappy humblebrag of how sweet my husband is, but it's not, and I'm going somewhere by the end of this post. It's kind of a long one, so stick with me.

By today's share-everything-online standards, I've been a bad pet parent. My Raven turned one year old almost two months ago, and not nary a social update was made. To make up for it, I'm sharing the random story of how she became my fur baby.

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