I took care of my mother for 12 years before she passed at 90 years old, just before Christmas 2016. I sold the house and moved back to Oregon from California, which I had made my home for 57 yrs. My son came with me for a new start, but he took his life a few weeks after moving. I was all alone with losing the two most important people in my life. My son was my only child. After a month, my niece talked me into going with her to a rescue shelter and see if there was a dog for me. And, of course, there was Bailey. A Papillon mix that stole my heart. When I adopted him they told me he was rescued from a puppy mill in California. We already had something in common. He goes everywhere with me and even sleeps with me. He's a service dog now. He's my baby.
KathleenSALEM, OR
