There once was a little sheepdog who lived somewhere in France.
He was loved very very much and had a sweet special life.
Today that life ended.
He will be missed by his family and many people all over the world who
checked in each day to see how he was.
Most days were very very good.
You can read about Wilf here...
I started reading Wilf's blog twenty months ago when I learned that
he had been diagnosed with cancer and only given a few days to live.
Through the care of his family and town vet, he lived and loved twenty months.
Almost every day a beautiful one for an old dog.
He ate anything he wanted and did whatever he wanted.
As it should be.
I will miss you Wilf.