I’ve been staring at pictures of this handsome fluffy man for two months, hoping he’d become available, AND NOW HE’S IN MY CAR AND WE’RE TAKING HIM HOME.
My gloriously fine fellow patiently watches the scenery go by as we take him on the long drive to his new home.
When my Sheltie Quinn died, it felt like the sun went down and would never rise again.
You can live in eternal night for a while. There are still stars.
But I’m glad a new sun has risen. Cole is here. Morning has broken.
Rewatching BoJack Horseman once did not resurrect my dog. But rewatching it TWICE did help carry me through the time until I got a new dog, shown here watching the end of BoJack Horseman with me.