I've dreamt of having my own dog since early childhood.
When I finally passed all my exams, finished high school and passed entrance exams at the university, I could finally get one.
Of course it had to be a homeless one!
On May 2005 I made myself the best Mother's Day present ever! - I like to call my adopted treasure my son because of the date when I brought him home.
He didn't have much chance for adoption with all his health problems, age and lack of hope - he didn't even look at me untill they got him outside. I didn't know how ill he was then, it turned out he might not survive the next month... Well, it's been almost 4 years and - after a heart attack and many sad moments - he's still with me, I help him when he cannot climb the stairs or get on his favorite sofa, I am there for him when he feels pain or sometimes has to go out a couple of times in the middle of the night because of his bowels problems.
And he? He gives me unconditional love and makes me cherish our every day, he taught me how to appreciate every minute of life.
PS. He joined our cat, adopted a year before him:)
Warsaw, Poland
