Bruiser was an owner surrender to Rescue Dogs Match, and I was the lucky person to foster him. He came to me at the age of 11, no front teeth and his tongue hanging out of his mouth. People came to meet the little 7 pound chihuahua with their arms outstretched, extended long painted fingernails, massive unknown monsters and he was so scared he’d run away. He would run away to me. He wanted to be with me. Soon after I stopped sending cute pictures of him to the rescue. I didn’t need another dog I told myself. He wanted to sleep on my bed, sit on my lap while I watched tv, danced when it was walk-time. I finally got the message and adopted him. He’s 14 now, with a bad heart and expensive meds to keep him alive and brings me joy every moment I am with him. I hope he lives forever.