In May of 2013, I had to put my beloved companion of 7 years, my Lhasa Apso Kiki, to sleep. I was utterly devastated and heartbroken.
At my Mom's prompting, I started looking for a dog about a week later. I came to the shelter with a list of dogs I would be interested in meeting. Several were unavailable to meet at the time. The volunteer sat down and talked to me about what sort of dog I wanted, personality traits, grooming, energy level, etc.
Sherlock had not been on my list, but she recommended him. I left that day, but he left an impression on me. I couldn't stop thinking about him... for one reason: He has three legs, BUT DON'T TELL HIM THAT. He gets around and runs around just like any other dog. So that Friday, my Mom and I came in and left with a new furry member of our family. I could not ask for a more loving dog.