I've had a lot of homes. More than I can count, honestly. It started when my first family gave me up — and then the next family did the same, and the one after that too. I kept thinking maybe this time I'd finally get to stay.
But I never did. I was passed from family to family, each one handing me off to the next, until eventually the last family brought me to Furkids Sanctuary. I arrived skinny and confused, not really sure what was happening or where I had ended up.
Now I live at Furkids Sanctuary, and I have to tell you — I am one happy boy. I have food every day, a warm place to sleep, and people who actually know my name. I'm still learning what it feels like to really belong somewhere, but I'm getting there.
And I think I'm almost ready. Ready for a family who will open one last door — and mean it this time. If that family is you, well… I've been waiting for you for a while now. I promise I'm worth the wait.