Gabby was 25 and lived in a cramped studio above a dumpling shop in Chinatown. She loved the city’s noise, its urgency—but not everything. Her one true hatred? The overflowing animal shelters. Too many forgotten creatures. Even fewer people willing to care.
Animals had always been her constant. As an only child from a split home, she’d grown up with a Beagle named Roger. He was her brother, her best friend, her reason to smile through lonely dinners and awkward holidays. It was Roger who taught her to trust animals more than people.