This was my little guy, Peanut. He died this past January, at the ripe old age of 16.
I miss him every single day. I still catch myself weeping sometimes when I wish I could scritch his little ears.
This was my little guy, Peanut. He died this past January, at the ripe old age of 16.
I miss him every single day. I still catch myself weeping sometimes when I wish I could scritch his little ears.
