Dear little teddy bear Holly. In her 18th year, blind, deaf and very little sense of smell. She came to us when her own family situation couldn’t keep her. Somewhat disoriented at the beginning, she soon mapped the house and garden and found her way. Not really bothered with other canine company, and jolly cross with them if they were in her way! She loved human cuddles, and daddy took on this role every eve. She had her bed behind daddy’s chair, and her own little daily routine. She was a poppit. Sadly, she passed of kidney failure. She was in my arms and crossed the bridge peacefully xxx