Alexus Taylor

Furever My Companion

I met my fur baby at a shelter in 2015. The workers told me they found her wandering down a street a few days before. They assumed she had been abused, most likely by men, because when the male workers tried to interact with her, she flinched and huddled in a corner. I fell in love with her almost instantly. Her honey-colored eyes were mesmerizing. She had a beautiful tan coat, white paws, and one ear that always stood up. I held my hand to the gate, to show her I was not a threat. She stared at me from her corner, with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Eventually, she walked to the gate. She sniffed me a few times with her cute red nose, then smiled at me. I knew we were meant for each other. They told me her name was Sweetie, but I could change it if I wanted to. I walked her around the outside play area, and we bonded.