**My Name Is Chabella **
My name is Chabella.
I am about 2-year-old, 12-pound terrier mix with the most soulful hazel eyes.
I am fully vetted, spayed, vaccinated, microchipped, and house-trained.
I will make a long journey to travel from Southern California to my foster home in Ridgefield, WA... by the end of June hoping hoping that my real family is out there. I can also travel to Vancouver, BC if there is a potential adopter for me.
My adoption fee is $800USD
Adoption Application: https://forms.gle/Xzw8a5zpebKT3w6q6
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Here is my story:
When people look into my eyes, they often tell me they look sad.
Maybe they're right.
I've seen things I don't understand.
I've been through things I can't explain.
And for a long time, nobody seemed to notice that I was hurting.
I don't remember exactly when I became homeless.
I just remember wandering alone.
No soft bed.
No family.
No one calling my name.
No one waiting for me to come home.
Then one day, I ended up in a shelter.
A place full of barking dogs and worried faces.
A place where many dogs never get a second chance.
I was scared, but mostly I was tired.
Tired of being alone.
Tired of wondering if anyone would ever love me again.
The people who rescued me think I may have spent part of my life having puppies.
I don't know if that's true, but I know my body carried reminders of my past. The doctors found mammary masses that needed to be removed.
For a while, I worried that maybe I was broken.
Maybe that's why no one wanted me anymore.
But then something wonderful happened.
Someone cared enough to help me.
They took me to the doctor.
They made sure I was safe.
They made sure I wasn't in pain anymore.
And for the first time in a very long time, I felt important.
I felt loved.
Now my body has healed, but something even more amazing has happened.
My heart has healed too.
These days, my favorite thing in the world isn't toys.
It isn't treats.
It isn't even playing with other dogs, although I'm very nice to them.
My favorite thing is people.
Just people.
Sitting next to them.
Following them around the house.
Resting my head on their lap.
Falling asleep beside them while they watch TV.
Sometimes I roll onto my back with my legs stretched out in every direction because that's how safe I finally feel.
That's how comfortable love makes me.
I don't ask for much.
I don't need excitement.
I don't need adventures.
I don't need to be the center of attention.
I just want someone who will let me stay close.
Someone who understands that after spending so much of my life feeling unwanted, being near my person feels like the greatest gift in the world.
I often wonder what my forever family will be like.
Will they laugh when I sleep belly-up?
Will they tell me I'm beautiful even though my face is starting to show a little maturity?
Will they understand that every cuddle, every tail wag, every kiss I give is my way of saying thank you?
Thank you for choosing me.
Thank you for seeing me.
Thank you for giving me the life I always deserved.
Maybe you're that person.
Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for all along.
And if you are, I promise you this:
No one will ever love you more faithfully than a dog who knows what it feels like to be forgotten.
I've already lived through the hardest chapters of my story.
Now I'm ready for the happy ending.
Love,
**Chabella **
*"Some dogs spend their lives looking for a family. Chabella is ready to spend the rest of hers loving the one who finally finds her."*
MS. GORGEOUS ROXY
Rat Terrier, Chihuahua
🇺🇸
Ridgefield, Washington
female, small, baby
Rat Terrier, Chihuahua
Ridgefield, Washington
