On the 8th of July I lost a friend. He had been in my life for 13 years, since he was a much smaller fluffy baby bunny. He came in to our family when my son Dee was a baby, and I remember trying to house train him, and not exactly achieving it. I loved him as family, he wasn’t just a “pet”, he wasn’t an object or possession, he was my friend. On the 8th of July we went to the vets, and the vet agreed that Patch had lost quality of life and a decision was made. I spoke to him on the way out, kissed him on the nose, and held his paw. The nurse left in tears, and the vet wasn’t far off either – I held it together until I was outside and then I was a wreck. Towards the end of June Patch had […]
The last few months I have seen so much negativity regarding rescued dogs, in particular it seems to be frowned on if you have children. Just look at the comments underneath online newspaper stories about dogs. Well I have a rescued dog, Freya, and I have two children. I am such a bad parent for this, allegedly. I do not understand why people brand all rehomed dogs that have had a bad start as bad dogs. They are not. Some are, most aren’t, but like people you do occasionally get lunatics.