Dear Diary,
It’s Teddy here, and today feels a little harder than most. I’ve been at this kennel since November 30th—today marks 294 looooong days here. I have watched my furry friends come and go, but somehow, I’m still here. The kennel is nice, the volunteers are kind, but this isn’t where I’m meant to be. I miss the feeling of a warm home, the sound of family laughter, and having someone to love me back.
I try my best to stay positive, but sometimes it’s hard. I dream of running around in a yard, getting those perfect butt scratches that make me smile, and curling up on a couch after a long walk. I’ve learned so much here—how to sit, how to wait, how to be calm. But I’m tired, Diary. Tired of waiting, of hoping, of wondering if today will be the day someone picks me.
I just need one person to see past my kennel walls and realize I’ve got so much love to give. I promise to be the best friend you’ll ever have. I’m ready to go home, wherever that might be. Please, if anyone is out there reading this, come find me.
Love,
Teddy
P.S. You can find me through my friends at AAHA
November 6, 2024, 10:29 am