After our English springer, Holly, passed in her sleep, we were heartbroken. A friend that volunteers at the Humane Society told me that my favorite type of dog, with freckels and floppy ears was at the shelter. I told him that I wasn't ready to adopt another dog. My husband said, "Let's go check it out." That was all it took, one look at the sad eyes won my heart over. We named him Buddy Holly, after our other dog. He has all of her traits. He could never replace her in our heart, but he made his own space in our life forever.

Melanie Zysk
Palm City, FL