Dear Girls,
I miss you. I feel guilty and I can't think about you or talk about you in public for fear of crying. I can't believe I'm only 18 and I've already surrendered 3 animals to a shelter in my name. Failing a class? So what. I feel like I failed you girlies. Especially my little Badger. And Whitefoot? She bred you and you gave her countless litters, and now you're stuck in a shelter.
Love from your former owner