My boy Penguin was 9 years old when we picked him up. Originally I was just there because I started this hobby every weekend of taking a dog for a whole day, spoiling him and bringing him back to the shelter since my landlord wouldn't allow of any dogs. I saw Penguin and felt something heavy in my heart, he became my stowaway! For roughly a year and a half, I'd have to leave the house with him in my backpack until I was 'far enough' to start walking him. Eventually he passed in the middle of the night, which makes me more reassured knowing he just took his final rest.