I ended up at The S.A.R.F. after my owners’ divorce. They told me it wasn’t my fault, but I can’t help but feel a little responsible, like maybe I came between them. I mean, I did actually sleep in between them every night. And when they split everything up, they couldn’t decide where I would go. They could have just cut me in half- since I don’t have any pain receptors or anything. But instead, they gave me up. It’s okay though. I have made a lot of new friends here, and I’m ready to find a new home.