Dear old Malt was called Maltess but we struggled with the mouthful. Delicious old lad, brought up from the South of France thanks to Les Amis who entrusted him to us, thank you. Thirteen years old and sadly his master died, while he was with him. But a lovely lady cared for him for some months while he regrouped. Then, urine in continent, he needed a place where his older habits are surrounded by mops and 24 hours of love. He has settled well after a super covoiturage  by Chloë, Pattie and then we took the last short leg. He was calm, gentle and very loving and soon went off to live a lovely life in outreach until the time to go over the rainbow bridge. Malt, OTRB April 2021.