Primo Pet Transports

09/18/2026

Yes!

04/20/2026

When we brought Bruno home from the shelter, we were told he didn’t do well with cats.

Bruno was a big, gentle golden retriever with sad eyes and a history no one really knew. He followed us from room to room, grateful just to belong somewhere.

Two weeks later, a tiny stray kitten showed up in our yard.

She was all bones and attitude, hissing at the wind like it had personally offended her. I was nervous about introducing them, but before I could react, Bruno slowly walked toward her and lay down on the grass. Not a growl. Not a bark. Just a soft wag of his tail.

The kitten froze… then marched right up to him and climbed onto his back like she’d found a mountain.

That was it.

From that day on, Bruno became her guardian. He let her steal his bed, his toys, even his food. On walks, she’d wait at the window until he came home. At night, she curled into his chest, purring while his big paw rested protectively over her.

We thought we rescued a dog.

Turns out, he rescued a kitten too — and in the process, showed us that love doesn’t care about species, size, or second chances.

02/05/2026

02/05/2026

02/02/2026

02/01/2026

Our little guys and our granddog Blanche.

02/01/2026

01/29/2026

01/16/2026

"I'm so sorry to call you this late."
It was 3:47 AM when the rescue coordinator's voice cracked through my phone. I'd picked up Mochi earlier that day—a sweet, cream-colored Pittie with the softest ears I'd ever touched. Standard foster. Two weeks, maybe three, until she found her forever home.
"Her sister is destroying our intake kennel," the coordinator said. "She hasn't stopped screaming since Mochi left. We've tried everything. Blankets with her scent. Kongs. Thunder vests. She broke a tooth trying to chew through the gate."
I looked down at Mochi, who was sleeping at the foot of my bed. Except... she wasn't really sleeping. Her eyes were open. Staring at the door. Waiting.
I drove to the shelter at 4 AM in my pajamas.
Matcha was a disaster. Hoarse from screaming, paws raw from pacing, trembling so hard she could barely stand. The second she smelled Mochi in my car, she collapsed against the crate and went completely still. Like she could finally breathe.
"Just foster them together for a few days," they said. "Until we figure out placement."
That was eight months ago.
They sleep in a pile every night. They eat from the same bowl even though I bought two. When Mochi goes to the vet, Matcha comes. When Matcha gets groomed, Mochi waits in the lobby.
I was supposed to be their temporary stop. Turns out, I was their destination.