My name is Siby!

A year and a half ago, I found him at the animal shelter, a tiny bundle of fur with eyes that seemed to speak volumes. From the moment we locked eyes, I knew he was meant to be mine. He quickly became more than just a pet; he became my confidant, my source of joy on the toughest days. But fate, it seems, had other plans. After six months together, my body began to betray me with allergies so severe that even the briefest touch left me gasping for air. The pain of this realization was eclipsed only by the sorrow in his eyes when I could no longer hold him close or chase after him in playful bouts. It's a cruel irony that the very thing that brought us together now threatens to tear us apart. And so, with a heavy heart and tears streaming down my cheeks, I search for a new home for him, one where his playful spirit will be cherished, and where allergies won't stand in the way of the love he deserves.