Blue's Holiday Wish List
Dear Friends,
My name is Blue, and I'm writing to you from my room at the Humane Society of Sarasota County.
I need your help. Actually… I don't need your help, my friends do. Friends may not be the right word, since I don't actually know them. But I know their story. Believe me, I know it.
Not too long ago, I was like my friends. I was living in a rusty cage a fraction of the size of my suite here at HSSC. It was always the wrong temperature: too cold at night, too hot during the day. And the amenities were not very nice. No automatic water bowl, no cozy bed, and certainly no aromatherapy or treats. Instead, it was a wire kennel and—if I was lucky—a handful of kibbles tossed on the floor. And, well, I'm sure you can imagine how it smelled.That wasn't the worst part, though. The loneliness...that was the worst part.
My entire life I had been left like that. Alone, scared, desperate for any sign of affection, and always disappointed.
For the first time in my life, people love me. They pat me and play with me and make me feel wanted. They keep telling me that this is only the beginning…that soon I'll have a home and a family of my very own. That's why I'm writing. I would love to have a family, and I know HSSC will find me one. I also know this is my home until that day, no matter how long that takes. And, if you sponsor my care, then my room at HSSC can be given to the next pup who still needs to feel love…a pup like me who is ready to give up.
I figured that's how I would spend the rest of my days. I was losing hope. But one day, everything changed. People came and they opened my cage door and brought me into the light. It was so bright, and the grass was so green. They stroked my muzzle and told me it was going to be okay.
They brought me to HSSC, and since then, it has been okay. Better than okay, actually.
For starters, the food is great and plentiful. Have you ever had a pupsicle? Wow! I never have to go to bed hungry anymore. Plus, when I wake up, there are people who come, just for me, to take me on a walk. A real walk...outside...in the fresh air. Oh, the sniffs I've sniffed. There's even a place called the sensory garden that is just for sniffs.
That's not the best part, though.
The love...that's the best part.
Last year, some other dog must have written this same letter because here I am. And my holiday wish is to keep the circle going. I hope you'll find it in your heart to help me by giving $25, $35, or more so that HSSC can keep doing what they do. It sure would mean the whole world to a pup like me.
Wet Kisses,
BLUE
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