Bono was my biggest loose end. I had to take him to the shlelter, because at the time it was impossible to promote him, for personal reasons. I left him behind when I quit the charity, and this is something that filled me with remorse. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore, went back for him and tried to help him find a home two years after his rescue. Those couple of weeks I had him at home with me are unforgettable. For him, its was as if he had never left. Dogs don’t forget, you watch. They just don’t. I didn’t know what to think of the fact that I didn’t truly help him find a home, until I realized that sometimes, all that we need to spread our wings and fly is for someone to belive in us. I did believe in him, and he flew a month later.