It's a year today since I lost one of the most influential dogs I've ever been lucky enough to meet. Dudley was dumped in a field in the middle of nowhere, left to die as he couldn't stand. He wasn't ready to die though, and he battled through CDRM and Arthritis, and lived with me for 5 months. He enjoyed swimming twice a week and massages, and stuck to my side from the minute he saw me. Dudley taught me so much, he inspired me to go on when times were tough, and was everything you could ever dream of in a dog. Ironically he died 13 years to the day that Shak walked into my life, and left as big a hole in my heart as the dog whose death started all of this.
