When I lost my fur baby several years ago I didn’t think I would ever be able to love another. It was just too hard to lose them. But I couldn’t shake how wonderful these little fur babies are, the companionship, the entertainment, the unconditional love.
And when I went out that day I was supposed to go to the library but instead I ended up on River St and found in the last cage of the last room a sweet talkative grey and white furball who liked to play with my scarf. He was so sweet and they told me he had been sick but was recovering and when I looked in his face I knew I had to have him. I knew he was my boy. And my hubby who was not as enthusiastic as I was about the situation said if that was what I wanted…
Well I did. I brought Mr. Tails home and now my hubby adores him and plays with him and together they are buddies.
He is our sweet boy. And I thank the THS with all my heart for taking care of him until he was better to come home with me and be the light of our hearts.