I’ve lost my furry guys and need that furry companionship. Not ready to adopt again so I am hoping to help make yours happy when you are busy. I used to be called the dog whisperer in my neighborhood because I always cared for those strays. If you would allow me, I would love to whisper to your little one. My last pup was a foster who I was lucky to adopt when his mom died of cancer. He died a few months later of cancer. Broke my heart. But my heart is full knowing I gave him wonderful memories before walking over the rainbow bridge. I miss all of my little ones. I will treat yours like my own... I give you my promise!