Monty came to rescue in ill health at the grand age of 15. He loved his food, his chewies and head pats. He enjoyed the last few months of his life, pain free and a beloved member of the family. We will miss you, Mr. Monty.
I knew when Scooter came to rescue May 2010 that she would spend the rest of her life with me. I miss her bouncing for her food bowl, her loud voice at treat time and I miss reaching down alongside the bed and finding her there. Scoots, Scootie, Scootiebug – – – our lives were enriched by your presence.