I once shared a home with an elderly lady, who eventually was no longer able to walk me.

I then lived at an RSPC shelter for about 3 months, before being adopted. My new family adored me and we enjoyed two and a half years of wonderful walks, holidays and cuddles. 

We moved to Kazakhstan in October 2012 and I passed away late one evening in March, when my heart stopped beating. It was unexpected, although I’d been feeling poorly that day.

So great was my dog wisdom that I wanted to share it with you and I began this blog.

I hope that my words and photos, and those of Nellie, who now sleeps in my bed, lighten your heart.