This morning I had to say goodbye to my sweet little Clancy. He was 13 1/2. Over the course of his life he survived a bowel resection, pancreatitis, kidney problems, and a dog brother who liked to hump him. To say he was laid back in an understatement. I’m going to miss his big blue eyes, his kitty chatter, and the way he liked butt scratches (he was all about the butt scratches.) I already miss is little furry self in my arms.
Your dog brother is waiting for you over the rainbow bridge my sweet Can-Can. Love you forever.
Your dog brother is waiting for you over the rainbow bridge my sweet Can-Can. Love you forever.