It Started with Finnegan.
We adopted a rescue cat thinking we were “dog people.”
Finnegan had other plans. He claimed the couch. The routine. The rhythm of our days.
Somehow, the quietest creature in the room became the reason we rushed home. The reason we cut trips short. Or, the reason we checked the pet cam one too many times.
And that’s when it hit us. Being a pet parent isn’t just cute moments. It’s worry. It’s responsibility. It’s rearranging your life around a creature who pretends not to need you.
But does.