Willy

Willy spent the first two years of his life confined to a cage, and lost his eye due to his previous owner's heinous neglect. Poor little guy didn't know how to be a dog. I adopted him (it was love at first sight!) and brought him to my home in the country where he could run to his heart's content. Under the tutelage of his two new brothers, he learned to run like the wind, chase balls, roll in the grass, and bark at anything that moved. He quickly ascended to King of the Household - you just couldn't resist that much cuteness! Sadly, he recently joined all of my other furbabies at the Rainbow Bridge, due to an incurable cancer. Through it all, he was a little trooper. He was, and always will be, my heart dog.