REMEMBERING Ruger
Ruger was a rescue from a family who had no time for him. He came to live with me almost 5 1/2 years ago. We have been inseparable all that time. No cages of kennels for him, Just a place next to my chair, my bed, and in my heart. He was very kind to all who met him...even a small kitten. Since Dobermans have short fur he loved to wrap up in a sleeping bag during the chilly winter months. Treats were always appreciated, But he never gulped them. After taking a treat gently from my fingers he would go to a place by the patio door and quietly munch it there. He always met me at the door when I came home and wanted to say hello before taking care of any other dog business. He will be sorely missed. See you at the Rainbow Bridge Ruger.
