The shelter referred to him as K-15. He was a sad case without a name, but now he’s Ray (as in Charles) and he has a loving home. He’s old, lumpy, weak and blind as a bat, but he just hit the lottery.
It was highly unlikely that he would be adopted and since the shelter was at capacity ol’ K-15 was down to his last days. That was until my loving, soft-hearted wife saw his picture on the internet and within hours she was driving over 300 miles to bring him home. When he’s not smelling and bumping into his new surroundings he’s eating and drinking to his content.
Everyday he’s a little stronger and he’s quite enjoying his retirement.
Dave and Kim from IN