Dudley

Dudley, a Lhasa mix, was a little rough around the edges when I rescued him around Halloween, 2005. He had issues, but he soon bonded with me and became part of my family. I've never loved a pet as much as I loved Dudley. He was energetic and a loyal companion until the end. His passing hit me very hard, and I still think of him every day. He loved to take a walk, chase the stuffed animal toys I tossed around, and explore our back yard. In his younger days, he would run off to explore the neighborhood, but always came back. He didn't care for other dogs or strangers, a behavior he picked up from his early days on the street. He loved to look out a window and watch for squirrels, birds, and people. I expect he'll be watching for me when I cross the Rainbow Bridge. I love you, Dudley.