After my dear owner died, her daughter said this about me: “Buddy needs to know someone loves him. I don’t think he had a very good life before my mother adopted him.” But once I was with her, my life was blessed with care and understanding. I had two doggie housemates and our person loved us all! Now, alone again, I have some concerns. I’m head shy and sensitive to touch of my hind end, maybe from past injuries; please understand it’s not personal. We don’t know if I’d get along with other dogs now, and we don’t think I should be in a family with children. Most of all, I need kindness, patience, and the freedom to be me—an 11-year-old male, 59 pounds, who has learned what love is. May I share it with you?