Della
A whisper on the trail, asking to be heard 🍂

She didn’t wander there by chance. Someone drove her to the edge of the Delaware River trail, opened the door, and left. No note. No glance back. Just the sound of tires on gravel and the sudden silence of being alone. Della waited in that silence, day after day, living in an old abandoned tent like it might still mean something. She cried out to the people walking by—not loudly, not desperately, just softly, like she still believed someone might care enough to stop.

She wasn’t wild. She wasn’t broken. She was grieving. Calm and gentle, even then, she watched the world with quiet hope, her heart somehow still open despite everything.

Now safe, Della is still that same tender soul. She’s three years old, with a softness that never hardened and a love that never left her. She leans into kindness like she’s been waiting her whole life for it. She doesn’t ask for much: a warm lap, a steady presence, and the promise that this time, she won’t be left behind.

Della’s story began with heartbreak, but it doesn’t have to end there. She’s ready for a new chapter—one where she’s not a whisper on the trail, but a cherished voice in someone’s home 💙