A large, odd looking man with a higher-than-expected voice came out with a blanket and swept her out of my arms and down a hallway that I am not allowed to follow….
4.5 hours later I saw her again. Alive. A new head. My precious Poppy girl.
I will write more in depth about the feelings, the sights, sounds, and fears from 11am on July 11 until now.
Poppy is amazing. Her strength defies all odds and encourages me to dig a little deeper myself. I am in awe of her resilience. Her sweet, fiery spirit really carries us all on…