A face worth stopping for.

In the shelter’s words · excerpt

My name is Jett, and not long ago, life looked very different for me. When a kind lady first found me, I was covered in ticks, tired, and unsure of what would happen next. But she didn’t turn away — she scooped me up and took me straight to a groomer, where they cleaned me, cared for me, and helped me feel like myself again.She brought me into her backyard while she searched for my family.