Bless her, Fudge was likely a chasse reject left to starve. A little fruitcake, but a happy one. That was until recent months when the serotonin to the brain was a problem and she would ‘turn’. Medication and behaviour changes didn’t help – so we had to say good night. Sorry Fudge, if we missed a way to help you – but we had some great times together and you know we loved you. She also had great pain in her rear legs, which now lovely girl you can just run free on.