He said absolutely not. No chance his best friend was riding in some cold, dark cargo hold. No way they were being separated. No giving fear the final say.
“If I’m flying, my dog is flying—with me. Right by my side.”
So he found a backpack. Not just any backpack—a big, bold, ridiculous one. One strong enough, wild enough, and loving enough to carry his heart on four legs.
He pleaded. He pushed. He refused to back down.
Because this wasn’t just a dog. This was family.
And you don’t leave family behind.
That day, he walked through the airport with his furry co-pilot on his back, courage in his step, and love wrapped around them both.
From check-in to takeoff, they proved one thing:
Real friendship doesn’t get left at the gate.