My sister and I went to Cheshire Dogs Home yesterday because I cannot cope with coming home to an empty house each day. I was initially looking for another lurcher, and there were some absolutely charming ones there, but a small Staffy cross stole my heart.
She’s not ready for rehoming yet but, hopefully, soon will be.
I keep bursting into tears over Harvey, I will miss him and love him forever, as I still miss and love Guinness, but life has to go on and it would be a lot easier shared.
Harvey at his best, everybody who knew him loved him.
As for the post’s title? I’ll leave it up to the reader to decide but it’s debateable whether she will be a rescue dog or I’ll be a rescue human.