I found out recently that our rescue is double the age we were originally told. He’s about eight, apparently, and beginning to show signs of slowing down (arthritis/needing restricted walks). It took me a second to wrap my head around it because in the space of a phone call with the vet, I lost half a decade of time I thought we had together. However much time we *do* have will be full of comfort and love, my small boy.

I’m telling you besties, not a god damn thing in this house - from its foundations and walls to its owners - is straight.

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Hair chop ✂️