🐾 Once, Flex had a home. A warm window to watch the rain 🌧️ A human who talked too much 😅 And a chair that was his throne 👑 Then one day… the door closed. 🚪 And never opened again. He wandered the streets 🌙 Slept under cars 🚗 Learned the rhythm of survival. When they found him — he didn’t hiss. He just looked up, like: “Took you long enough.” 👀 Now he waits here, calm and proud. Like he already knows — the right person will come. 💚 Not to save him… but to join his story. 🐾