I picked Popeye up from SFO airport the night of July 31, 2008, almost 1 year ago exactly. We've both adjusted a lot since then and I have watched Popeye grow from 12 lbs to 26 lbs. By now, all the issues I had planned to address before even getting him (incontinence, amputation, cart) have been addressed. Right now, the only thing we're still working on are those pesky allergies (we had 6 blissful nearly itch-free week but symptoms now returning). It's ironic that the one health condition still plaguing him (and me) is something as mundane as allergies.
I still remember the vet who said to put him down. I still remember the people who criticized or questioned. Thankfully, they weren't many. I hope that for people like them, seeing Popeye just given the chance to be Popeye, opens their minds and makes them re-evaluate how they view dogs, special needs, and life in general.
(If you read Sugar Sweet's blog, you'll recognize where the song came from.)