I lay with my head between my paws watching Cinderella and knew that no matter what, I was not getting that bed by the window. The one in the sunlight. The one with the fluffy blanket that was on the window seat. My spot. I gave a sigh and thought back in time when I was a puppy left alone in a dark forgotten alley. I was so small and fuzzy. A Golden Retriever, born from award winning blood line parents. My owners called me a 'runt' and assumed because...