That’s right! Adopted and I have my own mom and dad and a brother golden for a pal. I’m 10 and my owner had to give me up because she was getting older and couldn’t take care of a big guy like me. AGA got a doctor for me who helped me with some medicine so my hips and ears wouldn’t hurt and I got my teeth cleaned. After I got in my foster home I checked out everything and thought, “not bad, not bad at all”. Two grown ups who were already mom and dad to another golden boy that I learned to like a whole lot! Sometimes I visited another foster but I kept thinking about “home”. I didn’t even realize it had become home to me and not just a foster place! So we all talked it over and agreed it just wouldn’t be the same if I left and someone else adopted me. I was home all the time and didn’t know it! Your friend, Stitch