Quote Originally Posted by Twisterdog
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My son picked her out at death row at animal control when he was three years old. He passed up all the pretty dogs and chose the old, fat, three-legged one. He looked up at me with those big brown eyes full of tears and whispered, "But Mommy ... no one else will love a doggie with only three legs." She came home. And she never, ever forgot the debt she owned him.

Godspeed, Queenie of the Green Beanie Weanies. We will never forget the debt we owe you, old girl.
This got to me, too. Bless your son and you for letting him have her. He feels the way I do about different or older dogs. I'm so glad that Queenie had a full, loving life. Now she's herding all the RB dogs, having a grand time.