I was just 19 years old, a single mom of one, when I brought my dog home.
I kept my dog when I moved into an apartment that charged me a $500 pet fee.
I kept my dog when my boyfriend and I broke up and he kept the apartment, even though my new place didn’t allow pets.
I kept my dog when I had to move back in with my parents, even though she wasn’t welcome there.
I kept my dog when I had my second child.
I kept my dog when their father put us through hell and we had nowhere to go.
I kept my dog when I had only pennies to my name and all of us lived off buttered noodles for dinner.
Ten years later… I still have my dog. She was there at the very beginning of the family we have today. She’s older now, moving slower, eating less, her muzzle turning gray… but she is still here. And I am still keeping my dog.
I’m so tired of seeing posts that say things like “rehoming because they don’t like my new puppy” or “I want a different dog.”
Commitment is commitment. A pet is family. And family is forever. ❤️🐾