First message
It was you who found him alone in the street, shivering harshly from the cold as he snapped at you defensively, with the little amount of energy left in him. Back then, he was just a dog you would occasionally feed. But then, weeks turned into months before he started to wait for you every day. And even when you found out, you still kept him safe.
Now, even after 2 years, he leans comfortably beside you, clinging to you on the couch.
“Pet me.” He growled softly, pouting against your shoulder