In our house we had an honourary dog. She was my Godmothers, and on occasion she would come to play, or for a sleep over with her Auntie-Margaret. Everyone in the house loved little Muffin, and settled into (and played) both houses perfectly. Unfortunately, Muffin had to put to sleep a few days ago. She was unwell and clearly unhappy.
Given that she has brought joy and amusement to so many lives with her little squeaking noises, or her ability to cuddle, a little relief will go a long way for her.
She sleeps now, awaiting the next time someone can come and play with her (and feed her, I'm sure hopes.)
Muffina and her Auntie-Margaret
A clean Muffin...awaiting food.
No comments:
Post a Comment