Fish and I found each other after someone abandoned him at a local mountain biking area. (His name is Fish because he smelled like he'd been eating fish from one of the ponds near there.) Not knowing if he had been abandoned or was just lost, I tried to get him to stay in the area. As I was leaving, he would jump in my van and I would take him out of it. Finally, he looked up at me with really sad eyes as if to say "you're going to leave me here, aren't you?". I knew right then that we belonged together. Eleven years later, he's still going strong and loves his new life.

Linn Bishop
Tulsa, OK