My boy Billy, where do I even start!? You barrelled into my life as an 18month old whirlwind and left as a 13yo Peter Pan. We had so many ups & downs in the middle 11 years, there were days I questioned my sanity over plucking you from the rescue BUT one look in your eyes, one paw tapping my arm for affection, a nudge from your nose made all of it worth every minute. Your last day was THE hardest day of my life but you were ready to cross that bridge wasn’t you mate? you even gave a wag of your tail & a quick lick to tell me it was ok and for that I’ll be forever grateful. Keep watching over us and I promise we’ll go for a walk again together one day my special boy. xxx
Clare Hewes
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