Once upon a time years ago, I went to adopt a dog.   I went to adopt a white small dog (a Westie) but before I found it something happened that changed my life.

It was two men who decided against a very underweight small dog who was missing fur and had his little head down in shame.   They handed him to me and said, “We don’t want this one.  Do you?”   I couldn’t put the poor little guy back in the dog jail.    He wasn’t the dog I had come to adopt but he looked at me and I was the one who was adopted.

It took him six weeks to have the courage to look up at us because he had been abused.   He quickly became the family dog truly loving all of us.   He was so protective of the females in the house and took his role as watch dog  looking out the window very seriously.

Why am I sharing this? Fast forward many years.   We had to give him the mercy of having him put down today.    He was suffering and was very ill.

I miss him   I knew him and always will

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