My mother loved dogs. Doesn’t everyone? One would think…yes. But I can assure you, many people don’t. Her love of dogs started with a handsome mutt named Prince. When Mom was 14, her dad, my grandpa Jimmy, moved the entire family from Boston, Massachusetts to Carmichael, California to start a taxicab business. Sounds like a cool adventure except for one small detail…he wouldn’t let her take Prince. She was devastated. Nothing worse to do to a young girl than make her leave her dog. 
 

She tried living with the loss only because her favorite uncle said he would take the dog in and care for him. Unfortunately, she discovered years later that he never took care of Prince and in fact, abandoned the dog to the streets. She never got over it. My mom passed in 2016. Four days before she passed she called me crying because she was still so very wounded by the thought that her sweet dog was abandoned, and she was lied to in the process.
 

This is a sad story. Believe me - I heard it for 54 years. Mom went on to adopt and rescue dogs my whole life. We got my first dog when I was three. And since the apple fell right over to her daughter, I ended up with the same love for mutts and animal rescues. The Bible says that all tragedy can be used for good. And so I’ve decided to turn my sweet mom's heartbreak into something for good. Follow us while we try to change the world, one dog, one rescue organization at a time.
 

In honor of my mama, Theresa Marie Heater, welcome to Prince and Pals.