We enjoyed Fletcher (aka: Fletch, Fletchy, Mr. Dog, Señor Dog, Señor Guajolote) for his different lives with us. First, a spry game pointer with the legs to run along with a biker. Next, came the dog that would not leave our side. Then later the stately gentleman that loved his beds. Last, the senior that need loving care. He moved each of us in different ways: A boy’s first pet who now is a pet lover forever. The little brother he never had. For a girl who learned how to take care of her first pet and she cared for him greatly. For the mom, he made a dog person out of a person that was unsure of animals. For me he taught me patience and unconditional care.
Thanks for everything Fletchy, we had a wonderful time.