Bless him, an irony, he came a year ago. He needed the vet’s help, as he had one last stroke too many. What a love he was. He came thanks to a caring citizen being aware of his plight. 12 plus … likely 14 or so, he had had his will taken from him. Blind, all but deaf, a poor sense of smell, but he so loved your touch. He was rescued from his dismal world. He settled here, but Auntie Anne fell for him. So, an outreach boy, but here a lot when Auntie A was too. He was so loved. A gorgeous boy who had his own little routine. He never made a sound. Asked for nothing, complained at nothing. Thank you Anne for loving him so deeply. We will miss you sweet fella, but so glad you felt that the world wasn’t all bad and you experienced love and chicken and sausage
