My little Westie
named K-9 by my son, had to be put to rest 3 weeks ago tomorrow. He had diabetes and the meds were not working. My heart is broken for now. Once my heart had mended I want to start looking to rescue another West Highland Terrier.
K-9 left his home during a monsoon storm 8 years ago while still a very young pup. He was so young that he did not even have his first set of teeth. My son named him after the robotic dog in Dr. Who. It was a co-worker who found the pup in their front yard. Since they already had several dogs, cats, some birds and a snake a new dog was not an option. My son, Jay, volunteered out home to be the pup's new forever home.
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Losing a pet is so difficult. These little spirits become like a child to us and their memory lives on forever.
This quote says it all for me “How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” ― A.A. Milne
It never gets any easier.
Rescues are the way to go, when you're ready.
