I had a stroke at the age of 32. It completely changed my life - my body, my mind, my health, my whole life. I fell into a severe depression. A year after my stroke, I felt something tugging me to visit a kennel. The moment that white, fluffy puppy was placed in my arms, I knew he was a gift from God. He was the best medicine I could have ever had. He passed away Dec.2, 2013. He lived a good, loving, spoiled life. He had completed his job on earth. I grieved for him, but knew he had fulfilled his duties. My precious, Booney. May he run and play where the sun never sets.