I just adopted him. Straight from the shelter.
He left behind the cold floor, the barking, the waiting.
But he didn’t let go of his toy.
That old plush friend who stayed with him through every lonely night.
Tonight, he sleeps differently. Not on concrete. Not alone.
But here. Safe. Warm.
And the toy? Still with him. But now, he has more than comfort.
Credit – original owner ( respect 🫡)