My name used to be Kit. Back then, life felt a little uncertain. I lived with my sister and other poodles who had all been rescued. I was a little scared and nervous that I didn't know what my future held. 

Then one day, everything changed. A woman who had loved a poodle named Spencer was feeling the quiet ache of loss, and when the world slowed during COVID, that loneliness grew.

Mommy heard that I needed a home, and in that moment her loneliness began to fade as she realized we needed each other.

So Mommy and Mimi (my other favorite person) drove four whole hours just to meet me.

When they first saw me, I was scared and shaking, unsure of what would happen next. But they didn’t hesitate.

They looked at me with love in their eyes, and in that moment, I was theirs. They were mine.