We picked him up at a service station in Dover. He’d travelled by plane, ferry, and van all the way here from Cyprus. He cried when the man from the charity got him from the back of the van. He was so small and skinny and covered in muck. Leaning against my shins, he shivered and took his first look at England. As soon as we got him in the car, we gave him some chicken, and he settled down and stopped shaking. We used wet wipes to clean the muck from his black fur as he slept. We drove him home. We named him Leo.
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