I have a lifetime of stories to tell, but listen to one now if you will. I was previously owned by a nice lady, that lived on the streets. She loved me and my brothers and sisters, and took really good care of us. We didn't have much but we had each other. But one day I could sense something was wrong. My owner was struggling a lot and I just knew she was in pain. And then she was taken away to somewhere we couldn't follow. Some people came to us after that and told us that our owner was very sick and she wouldn't be getting out of hospital anytime soon.
So me and my brothers and sisters were then brought to the shelter. I have it okay here but this is not home. I have known love and care before, and I hope to feel it once more before I leave this earth. I have a very affectionate and sweet temper. I don't need much, just someone to cuddle to late in the evenings. Please help me spent my final days in loving home, not in the shelter.