Some old puddings want for nothing but a place to lay their heads, are delighted that food keeps arriving, and can’t believe their luck that you stop by and cuddle them too. This was old Douglas to a tee. Found wandering in the garden of the wonderful sign man Mark at St Pierre de Cole. Douglas joined the Twilighters and became our Christmas pudding. He wandered rarely, loved his sleeps, and was just an all-round lovely old fella. The last few months were not overly comfy for him. He had fluid on the lungs and we treated him with antibiotics and steroids … as well as mummy’s hot honey and a little brandy! In his daddy’s arms, he slept quickly with the vet’s help. Night night lovely boy, so pleased we could fine room in the inn.
