So my name is Wuji. It is pronounced (Woo-gee) like Fuji, but well you get it. Life for me had been great, I had a wonderful mom and cat brother but all that changed on March 7th our mom passed away from the ugly beast called cancer.
She did come home to be with us before she passed away and the day she left us I was so nervous the whole day pacing back and forth looking up at her on her bed and just nervous, nervous.
My cat brother had disappeared in the house somewhere and then came out and jumped on her bed with her. He kept rubbing his head on her knees even after her final breath escaped her lips for the last time.
That’s when everything changed there was no more people in and out the house wearing scrubs , there was just one person that came and still comes every day to look after us and check in on us. She was there when our mom died and is still looking out for us. I heard her talking on the phone, and she found a home for my cat brother but no one wants me, sigh…
You see I am a 12-year-old neutered male Afghan mix and about 52 lbs mostly hair I guess no one wants an old dog like me. The person that comes to take me out daily and gives me treats keeps telling me she wishes she could take me but she can’t.
She keeps saying to people on the phone that she doesn’t want to put me in a shelter because she doesn’t think just because I am an orphan, I deserve to die. Well, I don’t wanna die!! I want to live out the rest of my days smelling the roses, eating treats here and there, and protecting my new family pack. If only someone would just step forward and take me home… to be honest, I’m starting to get really scared because I don’t where I might end up .. hey do you think you could help me?