12/18/2025
They put a Christmas sweater on me, but I still felt cold inside.
I sat in my kennel while people walked past, holding my breath each time someone looked my way.
I tried to sit still and be good, because I did not want to give anyone a reason to leave.
Before this place, I had a home, and then one day I did not.
I do not know why I was left here, only that the doors closed and never opened for me again.
Each night I slept alone, wondering if the sweater would be the last warm thing I ever felt.
When they took my picture, I looked straight ahead and hoped someone would notice my eyes.
I am Bobby, and I was scared that Christmas would come and go without me ever being chosen.
