Eleven-year-old Remmy landed in a shelter when his owner died. We pulled him and took care of some health and dental needs. His foster mom found him a happy, friendly, loving guy. When Remmy was ready, he went to a foster-to-adopt situation and made himself right at home. The new house came with neighborhood kids to pat him regularly and a backyard full of squirrels for constant amusement (hind end weakness, be damned). Remmy made it clear he expected to be the center of attention and would express his opinions daily, whether humans understood his language or not. Thank you, Cathy, for fostering Remmy, and thank you, James, for falling for those penetrating brown eyes.
May 9, 2022