It was a regular Tuesday, the kind that started with mop buckets and ended in fur-covered scrubs. But the mood was different. The shelter was prepping for the upcoming adoption drive. A biweekly event now, held out of desperation. Space was running out. Time was running out.
Gabby was on social media duty—crafting quirky captions, matching pets with hopeful hashtags. She always saved Juno and Juniper for last. Writing their post was like reopening an old wound. She could predict the outcome already: plenty of likes, zero inquiries. Two black doberman-stray mix, adopted only as a pair? No chance.