Pedro

Hi again. It's me - Pedro.

You might recognize me from a little while ago. I thought I had found my person. I packed my bags (okay, I got put in a carrier), brought all my best biscuits, and went off to start the rest of my life.

But... life didn't go as planned. I was returned. No dramatic reason - just not the right match, I guess. It happens. Not every person is your person. Still, I miss having an adult of my own. A lap that's mine. A voice that says, "Pedro, you're perfect," on the daily (because, objectively, I am).

I'm still the same cheeky, sun-loving, snack-motivated guy. I still chase ping pong balls like I'm training for the Olympics. I still make biscuits like I'm being paid in tuna. And I still want to love and be loved - I'm just waiting for someone who's really, truly ready for that commitment.

I don't need to be the only furry friend in the house, but I do need someone who sees me. Someone who's in it for the long haul. Because my heart? It's still open.

If you've got a little room on your couch - and a lot of room in your heart - maybe we can try again.

Love,
Pedro