It’s time.
They are coming
Jasmine is lying on the floor
Feircly panting
Her stomach bulges with every second
I dont want to see it
I turn away
I hear her shrieking
But then it stops
And i hear instead little yips
I turn back
Mother is wiping them off
There is five
Five little puppies
Were born that day
Three girls
And two boys
I pick up the litte white one
“Welcome to the world”
I whisper