Sixteen years ago today a most wonderful of any friend one can imagine was born. Born to people who didn’t like him because he was different. His tale was bent. He had too many spots of white in his brindle and black coat. He didn’t fit the mold. He couldn’t get top dollar.
But he won our hearts and many of yours, too.
From the moment he was placed in my arms as an eight-week-old pup, to the day he passed in his Dad Peep’s arms in 2015, Stuart wiggled his way into our lives in the most precious of ways.
His expressive personality, his joyous love of life, his hatred of squirrels and his fondness for food. And daffodils. And the beach with its rolling waves. His talking and letting you know what was on his mind. And wiggling his way under the fence to visit Sniglet.
Here’s to you Stuart. And to YOU. All of our friends. Thank you for being a part of our lives.
Oh…and thank YOU Stuart. For leading us to Winston.