After 3 1/2 months in foster care, 2 1/2 with me, my boy Odie finally found a forever home. At 10 years old, with heartworm disease, I wasn’t sure anyone would ever give him a change, but a wonderful lady with two other senior dogs decided she had to have him. And that’s how she put it, that he needed to come live with her. When I delivered him, she took him into her arms and told him she’d missed him. It made me very happy and reminded me once more why I do this. She has already sent me a picture and an e-mail saying he seems to know he’s home. As much as I will miss my boy, I know he is where he belongs.