Dearest Arlo, you had a stroke of good luck the day I offered to transport you for a rescue group. Someone had offered to foster you, but I could not get in touch with them. The clock was ticking and I decided to go and get you, even if you didn't have a rescue to take you. I did not want that life or death decision to be because of a failure on my part.|
The shelter was going to put you to sleep at 1:30; I arrived at 1:26. The shelter charged me $7.00 for you. Seven dollars for a life. The foster didn't work out and I kept you.
For a year and a half, I tried to make your life better than it had been and I hope I succeeded. I loved your big, loud bark, the way you adored poultry and the touching way you waited by the door for me when I was not home.
Run free, beautiful boy, till we meet again. I will ALWAYS love you. I hope you are enjoying lots of chicken at the Rainbow Bridge.