They settled in the small rehabilitation room. Blu sat in his travel cage, chest rising gently. Skye spoke to him in a soft murmur, fingers tracing the bars to let him smell her. He blinked, then gave a tiny, rusty chirp that sounded more like an apology than a greeting. Skye's heart loosened; he was still here, still trying.
So here’s to Part 2. Here’s to the fosters still to come. And here’s to every pet lover out there whose life looks less like a catalog and more like a happy disaster. Skye-blu-pet-lover-part-2
How does Skye/Blu fit into your social life? They settled in the small rehabilitation room
