Three months ago a small, old yorkshire terrier came in from the pound....POUNDIE 346..... she was weak, sick, no teeth and very old.... She became my number nine....
Sid the sloth (you have to have seen Ice Age to understand) became part of our clan, and this funny, quirky little dog fitted in....
She is no trouble, and we love her and her dribble, and silly look. Today Sid became ill, she rapidly went down hill, and I honestly thought her days were numbered.
Thankfully she is a fighter, and although she is on a drip at home, and has meds galore, I feel more positive that she will recover. So , another long day, more worry, more expense.... rescue dogs they said... it would be fun they said....
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