I sat in the rocker for long hours. And I watched Elsie care for her babies. She washed them with her tongue. She lay on her side and fed them. She nudged them over on their backs to clean them. . . Three times a day, I put five of the puppies in the basket. Then I let the little runt feed by herself. Once a day I held her in my arms and fed her a bottle. It was special milk from the vet. The little runt got stronger every day. Elizabeth knows that puppies are for loving. Now she and her grandmother must find the perfect family to love each of Elsie's six brand-new puppies. Then she will have to say good-bye.