Scotty was finally adopted, and for a moment he believed his hard shelter days were over. But the resident cat bullied him, chased him, and made every corner feel unsafe. This sweet soul tried to be brave, but his little heart was breaking, day after day.
Then Scotty was returned. Not because he was bad, not because he didn’t love people, but because he was the one being hurt.
Imagine how confusing that felt, going from hope to goodbye all over again. His eyes still look like they are carrying heartbreak.
Now he waits again, still playful, still loving, still craving safe arms. He just needs a quiet home where he can finally breathe and belong.
