Tony

I've lived through more than I know how to explain.<br/><br/>There was a time when my world was small and dark. I didn't know grass. I didn't know sunshine. I didn't know what it felt like to stretch my legs and smell the earth. Outside is still new to me. Every breeze, every leaf, every warm patch of sunlight feels like something I'm discovering for the first time.<br/><br/>I'm tired, though. Not the kind of tired that needs a nap. The kind that comes from waiting.<br/><br/>I don't want a "for now" home. I want a forever one. The kind where I learn the sound of your car pulling in. The kind where I have my own spot on the couch. The kind where I can watch the door while you're gone and feel safe knowing you're coming back.<br/><br/>I love my crate. I love quiet time. If you go to work, I'll wait. If you go on vacation, I'll still be here. If life changes, I'll adjust. I don't need perfect. I just need permanent.<br/><br/>Maybe you're thinking, "Not right now."<br/>Or, "What if he's still there next week?"<br/>Or, "What about when I'm busy?"<br/><br/>If not now, when?<br/><br/>I want to serve you. I want to learn. I want to play. I want to belong to someone. I want to finally exhale.<br/><br/>Please don't leave me here.<br/><br/>I'm ready to come home.

I've lived through more than I know how to explain.

There was a time when my world was small and dark. I didn't know grass. I didn't know sunshine. I didn't know what it felt like to stretch my legs and smell the earth. Outside is still new to me. Every breeze, every leaf, every warm patch of sunlight feels like something I'm discovering for the first time.

I'm tired, though. Not the kind of tired that needs a nap. The kind that comes from waiting.

I don't want a "for now" home. I want a forever one. The kind where I learn the sound of your car pulling in. The kind where I have my own spot on the couch. The kind where I can watch the door while you're gone and feel safe knowing you're coming back.

I love my crate. I love quiet time. If you go to work, I'll wait. If you go on vacation, I'll still be here. If life changes, I'll adjust. I don't need perfect. I just need permanent.

Maybe you're thinking, "Not right now."
Or, "What if he's still there next week?"
Or, "What abou

I've lived through more than I know how to explain.

There was a time when my world was small and dark. I didn't know grass. I didn't know sunshine. I didn't know what it felt like to stretch my legs and smell the earth. Outside is still new to me. Every breeze, every leaf, every warm patch of sunlight feels like something I'm discovering for the first time.

I'm tired, though. Not the kind of tired that needs a nap. The kind that comes from waiting.

I don't want a "for now" home. I want a forever one. The kind where I learn the sound of your car pulling in. The kind where I have my own spot on the couch. The kind where I can watch the door while you're gone and feel safe knowing you're coming back.

I love my crate. I love quiet time. If you go to work, I'll wait. If you go on vacation, I'll still be here. If life changes, I'll adjust. I don't need perfect. I just need permanent.

Maybe you're thinking, "Not right now."
Or, "What if he's still there next week?"
Or, "What about when I'm busy?"

If not now, when?

I want to serve you. I want to learn. I want to play. I want to belong to someone. I want to finally exhale.

Please don't leave me here.

I'm ready to come home.