When I was a kid we took in a stray, but my parents couldn’t afford to keep him. He was the nicest loyalist goodest golden retriever I’ve ever seen. I named him Otto, but my parents reminded me we couldn’t keep him forever. Sure enough, A few months went by and we found a buyer. It was a sweet old couple, and when they picked him up they had a slide to the backseat of the truck so Otto wouldn’t hurt his knees getting in and out of the car. At least I know he went to a good home, but I still miss him. I don’t know why I felt like sharing, but whenever I see a dog slide I think of him and hope he got lots of love.
@generic zombie, 13/10 good boi story