I was asked to foster a beautiful boy named Joey when he was eight years old. He was an owner surrender, and is now 11 years old. After having all of his medical conditions cleared up, I asked Joey if I could adopt him as my son. He jumped in my lap, so I figured that was a “Yes.” Joey and my other rescue Holly enjoy each other. They love watching TV on the couch, love walks, and he loves his toy lambchop. They both sleep on a pillow like a human on my bed. I don’t know if they know, but they have done more for me then they will ever know. Submitted by Randy B.