I didn't write anything at the time, because it was just too traumatic for me...but my darling Wolfie left me on April 8th of this year...and I miss him so much. A huge trauma to his back and hips sent his kidneys into failure, and I had to make the hard call a couple of days after the incident. He died in my arms. He's now buried under a little monument in the front garden. It's not marked, it doesn't have to be, because I know he's safe at home. This photo is the one I sent to a competition at Paws and Claws Magazine, in which he got a highly commended....
