He was left on the doorstep of a friend of a friend in a box with a note that said, "Find me a good home." We ended up being that home.
This is what he looked like as a pup...
This is what he looked like the day before he died...
His name was Ansel, and he died four years ago today.
I still miss him.
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2 comments:
There will never be another Ansel. He was unique. We miss him, too. And we still feel sorry for your loss.
Dorothy
Poor Ansel. I hope he is having fun playing with my brother Snikk, who I still miss a year and a half after he left me.
Chilly Dog
P.S. Hi Dorothy.
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