A Bad Weekend

When one of the furry family members has to go upstairs, it is never an easy thing to deal with. You lose a piece of your heart and have to help the others through that time. Humans and furballs.

This was my weekend when our family furry was found to so ill that there would have been nothing a drawn out time of more pain.

I miss him as do many others because he was a gentle lad that had a dredful time in his first years of life before being rescued by a friend in Romania and then coming to us to spend five and a years with us in Scotland doing what he should been doing from the start. Enjoying life as a dog and not sunject to a dogs-life.

RIP Rusty, a friend and member of my family