Major was meant to be a part of our family. We had just moved to Portsmouth, Rhode Island in 2000; we had a three-year-old and a newborn, and our beloved dog was tragically hit by a car soon after we moved into our new house. We had planned to put up a fence in our yard, but the ground was too hard, so we had to wait. We were heartbroken. We missed our dog and the sound of her nails clicking on the wood floor. Our family had always had a dog, so we noticed the absence of the clickety-clack; the lack of that specific sound was so sad and a constant reminder to us that she was gone.
To honor our dog, we decided to adopt an animal that needed a home from the Potter League, our local shelter in Middletown, RI. As we walked through the door of the shelter building, we could feel it was a special place. I filled out an adoption application and told my sad tale to Pearl, the head of customer care. I explained I would adopt any type of dog that needed a home, but I would particularly love a setter or spaniel type of dog. I had grown up with an English setter as a girl. We received a call from Pearl about three weeks later. A setter/spaniel had just come in. His military family was moving overseas, and they could not bring him with them. I rushed over to meet Major, and I fell in love immediately. I knew this was the dog for our family.