I don't have any pictures of Dudley coming home, because we didn't bring him home—his foster dad dropped him off at our house. But I do have one single picture of Zelda in the car on the way home from the pound. (Well, technically, from the vet's office, which was our first stop after the pound.)
"I AM DELIGHTED AND TERRIFIED!"
She was so thin that her ribs were visible and her backbone jutted out. She was in desperate need of a meal and a bath. But she was still just the happiest wee thing. She hopped right into the car for the short ride home, and then hopped right out when we got there and made herself at (forever) home.
(If you have images of your pets coming home, please feel welcome and encouraged to share them in comments! Stories, too!)
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