Over my fifty years, about one hundred dogs
have passed through my life. Each one was a unique and wondrous creation. Each one was a personal friend that looked into my eyes and instantly connected with my spirit. Do not confuse me with a hoarder, I take diligent care of the dogs that come my way, as if the creator personally assigned me this most important task. Several of these friends found homes with others who were ready and capable of opening their homes to them on a forever unconditonal basis. Others, have stayed with our family, until the end of their lives. Today, we no longer actively rescue on a regular basis, but, we still have several long livers asleep on the kitchen floor in their cozy beds, or romping through the fenced hillside that joins our back yard. One of our old gals is 23.4 years young, and often still romps and jumps when we come home after being out for a while. At night, several of our oldies are scattered on their quilts in our basement, a few tiny ones are in our bed. I have never known lonliness, there are always buddies gathered around me, perpetually eager to nuzzel my neck or give me a sloppy kiss. I had one elderly fur lady in to our vet this week, after examining the old gal, the vet smiled at me and told me that she wanted to come back as one of my dogs in her next lifetime, I was touched.