I can’t begin to describe how this makes me feel. When I was a stupid 24 year old, I adopted an anbandoned dog without thinking about the repercussions, etc. I have had him since, about 8 years now, and have sacrificed ALOT to stay with him.
Iv lived with my mother, been basically homeless, been kicked out of apartments, etc. Leaving him has never been and will never be an option as we are family.
As immature as I was when I adopted him, I understood that he was my responsibility for the rest of his life. A responsibility that I’m incredibly grateful to have. He has done as much if not more for me emotionally, as I have done for him.