Reply to Daisy2023
Awww. Of mine that I've lost I still think about them. Pictured above, little Simba was a hot mess when he arrived via transport from TX and I'd just lost the first dog I'd had as an adult to cancer that morning. Really bad timing and not planned. I was lying on the floor with tears falling from eyes from grief trying to get Simba to come out from hiding under an end table. I think him seeing me in such a vulnerable position caused him to trust me because I was the only one in our house that could touch him at all for a while. It felt like the biggest mistake in the world at the time until I realized that he needed a family that wouldn't send him back b/c of his quirks. Then I got Bear to help Simba, but Bear ended up being the dog I needed.