I used to have a home but my owner had to give me to AGA so I could get doctor help. Even though I am 7 I didn’t use good sense and I ate a bunch of stuff that is not supposed to go inside a dog stomach. Wasn’t that kind of dumb of me? What was I thinking? I just could not get rid of the feeling that I had to eat everything I could get in my mouth. Well, that’s asking for trouble and that’s just what I got. Operations, doctors, pills and shots, staying in the dog hospital. It was SO not worth it. It cost a lot of money and I could never have imagined all the kind people out there that helped pay for everything because they shared their money with me. After I got better I went to a dog hotel where the people helped me to not eat things I shouldn’t and then on to a foster home. I didn’t stay too long there but my new foster was waiting for me and that’s when I knew I was home. They kept bringing people over to meet me for a “maybe” adoption but I just smiled and waited for my foster to figure out he was really my dad. He’s pretty smart- it didn’t take him long at all. It was my best birthday ever when I turned 8 and he adopted me.. Now we are a team and best buddies. Thanks everyone for making me well again. Your friend, Crush.