Ren was at the Humane Society waiting for his 3rd family. He was just over a year old. My husband had just died and his dog had gone into a deep depression. It was love at first sight. Not only did he save Dixie, our chocolate lab, but he saved us with his puppy joy, huge lion's mane and goofy personality. He thought he was a lapdog. He never saw a human, a dog or kitty he didn't love. He held on as long as he could to say goodbye. He was 13.