Saturday, February 27, 2016


My friend, Susan, lost her little old man today.  Duncan had been turned into a shelter 3 1/2 years ago and Susan (who volunteers there) took him home.  He was given the best care he could have.   He was a tiny thing, at less than 5 pounds, but he did great with all his friends there.    He was about 15 1/2 years old and the last three years of his life were wonderful.   He is at peace now, probably running with his family who made it to the Rainbow Bridge before him.   I'm so sorry, Susan.  I still remember him in the front pack as you carried him around.   He was so loved.  

1 comment:

lady jicky said...

I am so sad to read this but Duncan had the best three years thanks to Susan who adored him.