Loving, gentle and happy. That is how I would describe the 18 year old black lab mix that we rescued almost 17 years ago. He had been left by his owner, only to have Animal Services out soon to pick him up. My mother recalls that I called her, frantically, saying that we needed to save him, and I was the only one who could (I was 12... any animals heroine). We took him in... skiddish at first, not quite sure of his new home, but he was familiar with me over the year, as I would walk by him and feed him bisquits on my way to school.
He has seen dogs and cats come and go throughout our family, and has been the "grandpa" to our new pups. He acts like the wiseman, as Thor, Lady & Lucy come to give him kisses, almost as if they are seeking approval or permission. Killer Kat had a love for him unlike any other, snuggling up to him, especially on his last days.
So today, we said good-bye to him. Any of my friends and family who have come through our house know of Winston, and know he loved everyone.
If there is a heaven, it's certain our animals are to be there. Their lives become so interwoven with our own, it would take more than an archangel to detangle them. ~Pam Brown
