lotta grönholm

[CanadianBlackBear🇨🇦 (CanadianPenny🌈) @CanadianPenny1]

My birthday is coming up in 9 days. I've never had a birthday celebration before...I was living on the streets a year ago. I hope it's fun!

[Just For Dogs @forbetterfordog]

Old dogs are beautiful. 🤩😍🐶
Every white hair on that face is a year they gave you.

[lotta grönholm @mlottaholm]

@anabia1278 ♥️🙏♥️

[Sarah ❤️ @anabia1278]

Because Of My Condition Nobody Wish Me Happy Birthday😭💔☹️😢

[Dogs do speak @rW4rh1rtCP9kZnY]

Do you think firefighters should be able to break car windows to save dogs?

[lotta grönholm @mlottaholm]

@Popularpuppies3 🙏♥️🙏

[lotta grönholm @mlottaholm]

@Crazymoments01 ❤️❤️❤️

[Crazy Moments @Crazymoments01]

My heart melted watching this. This sweet face deserves all the hugs in the world. 🤗

[lotta grönholm @mlottaholm]

@Crazymoments01

[Crazy Moments @Crazymoments01]

The message taped to the kennel caught my attention almost by accident. It was written in pencil on a ripped piece of notebook paper, and I nearly walked right past it. I was already in a hurry. The shelter was about to close in twenty minutes, and I had come for a specific purpose that did not include stopping to read notes on kennel doors. Still, something made me pause. The message read, in careful but slightly shaky handwriting: Her name is Bella. She is 11 years old. She slept beside me every night for nine years. I’m moving into memory care and can’t take her with me. Please don’t let her be frightened. I never found out who wrote it. The intake form listed the surrender under a care facility coordinator’s name, meaning someone else had handled the paperwork for the owner. That likely meant the person who wrote that note did it while they still had the chance. Bella was a small beagle mix with tan and white fur and a face dusted with gray. She moved slowly, the way older dogs do when stiff joints make every step deliberate. She sat quietly in the far corner of the kennel, chin resting on her paws. She wasn’t asleep. She was simply still in that patient way animals become when they are waiting for something they’re no longer sure will happen. I sat down on the bench outside the kennel. When she noticed me, she raised her head and met my eyes with a soft brown gaze that carried a look I recognized instantly, even though I wished I didn’t. It reminded me of my father’s expression the day I helped move him into his assisted living facility two years earlier. That quiet understanding that the life you knew has ended, and the next chapter hasn’t begun yet. I asked a volunteer how long Bella had been there. “Eleven days,” she said. I asked if anyone had shown interest in adopting her. The volunteer shook her head gently, the way people do when they’ve learned not to say more than necessary. I left the shelter without her. I told myself I already had too much going on. My apartment was small. There was no yard. It wouldn’t be fair to bring an older dog into that situation. I made it four blocks before I turned the car around. Bella is sleeping on my bed right now, something she decided immediately upon arriving home. She walked inside, glanced at the bed, then at me, and hopped up as if she had already made up her mind that the interview process was finished. She’s been here for six weeks now. She sleeps directly in the middle of the bed. I’ve become very familiar with the narrow strip of mattress along the left edge. Somewhere there is a person living in a memory care facility who probably no longer remembers writing that note asking someone to make sure their dog wasn’t scared. But I want them to know that someone did read it. And Bella isn’t scared anymore. She’s safe. She’s home. If you want to see Bella now — the little beagle who finally found her way back onto someone’s bed

[Mike Keys @MikeKeys12119]

@savannahstayshi So sorry for your loss.

[lotta grönholm @mlottaholm]

@savannahstayshi 🙏❤️🙏

[raspberryredbull @savannahstayshi]

My sweet boy passed away while I was at work today. I had 14 wonderful years with Buck, Buckers, Bucky, whatever i decided to call him he was my baby. He was with me when my bf cheated and left our shared apartment and he was with me when we first moved into the townhouse I own today. My heart is broken, I cherish ever second I had with him, he was so so special to me!! 😞😞😞😞😞😞love you forever Buck.

[raspberryredbull @savannahstayshi]

If this was my life I would kms on god

[lotta grönholm @mlottaholm]

@savannahstayshi 🙏🙏🙏

[lotta grönholm @mlottaholm]

@TweeetsOfDogs ❤️❤️❤️