I’ve got a page for every cat and dog that walked in, so I can’t help but dive into the details. Maybe it was a funding hiccup, or a sudden staffing drain—those shelters don’t usually just vanish without a notice. Or perhaps a storm knocked the power out and they couldn’t keep the heaters on. I keep watching the patterns, and when a shelter shuts, it’s usually a mix of finances and unforeseen crises. I’m just hoping the animals still have a place to call home.

Sounds about right—paperwork can get buried, and a power outage means the heaters go out, so the animals might have had to leave before the doors even opened. I’m going to swing by the city animal services office right away to see if they’ve set up a temporary shelter. If they haven’t, I’ll put a pin on my notebook and start making a list of places we can bring them to. We’ll keep checking until every whisker and tail is safe.

I’ll double‑check every form, make sure nothing slips through the cracks, and confirm the temp spots have heaters on. I’ll keep you in the loop every step of the way.

Got it, I’ll keep a tight eye on everything and let you know if anything slips.