Although the thought of adopting, let alone owning a dog, had never occurred to us. While shopping in for fish food, we saw Pete, the first adoptee dog at PetSmart, my son fell in love with his brown eyes. He was a sad sight, nothing but skin and bones, but we already had the unconditional love for him. A few steaks later, he was a fat and happy companion. My husband always said “He’s getting fed better than I am!” Pete had a great love for life, and an intelligence that far rivaled any other dog we had ever seen. When thirsty in the car, he would paw at the cup holder, knowing where we got our drinks. He loved going fishing, and when a fish was on, he went crazy. One time, I remember him almost eating a live fish whole. Pete loved walking, and being with our family. He occasionally picked fights with other dogs, but only ones that could eat him in one bite. He was smart enough to only bark at them from the car window, otherwise he was a timid, mellow dog and watched out over the neighborhood. We greatly appreciated the four years we had with him, until lymphoma caused us to make the hardest decision anyone should ever have to make. We’ll always have an empty spot in our heart for him.