Today marks the tenth anniversary of the day Boz came to live with us. I think of it as his birthday. He was an adult when we got him, but we don't know how old he is. He probably isn't less than twelve or more than fifteen.
For Boz, adoption was liberation: escape from the cage he'd lived in at the shelter for a whole year. For me and John, it was the beginning of feeling like a family.
In honor of Boz's birthday, I think you should go adopt a pet! The adult animals need you the most, and in our experience, they're the best.