I have had pets all my life. They have always been some sort of rescue or from a shelter. In ’98 we rescued a puppy from a flood,,to which we named “Noah”,,who has become a vital member of our family, my protector and my best friend. In ’01 we adopted a Bichon(Maggie) that was rescued from a puppy mill and a year later we did a foster for another Bichon from a puppy mill to which we named “Scruff”,,this poor old man who was 9 at the time was in horrific shape,,a tumor on his eye,,and all but 3 teeth had to be pulled,,I wasn’t sure what I had gotten myself into with this,,he would just cower in a corner and soil himself, scared to death of people, but, it didn’t take long for him to realize that he was not going to be abused and came around rather quickly,,learning how to play and act like a dog. Soon after we went thru the adoption process to make him a part of our family. Three weeks ago we had to put Scruff down,,his old abused body had begun to give out. I am blessed to have had the chance to give him a life for 5 years that a dog should have, a life with
love and kindness. He will be missed. Below is a picture of our “Scruffers”, who has to suffer no longer.

Carolin from Iowa