We lost our 2 Bichon Frise dogs last year and I swore I couldn’t go through the heart break again but 5 weeks after the 2nd one passed I saw my little Maltese in a rescue. He’d been used and badly abused for nearly 9 years in a puppy farm, had had all his teeth pulled out, his side was extremely painful due to being kicked we reckon, he was deaf due to years of ear infections, eye infections have given him cataracts and he had Guardia which is parasites in his tummy so needed lots of courses of antibiotics when we first had him. He was brownie colour where he’d never been washed and had obviously sat in his own urine and faeces. He was very underweight. As soon as I saw him I knew I could get him better and wanted him to know love for the first time in his little life. We flew up to Manchester to collect him from Devon and brought him home on the train (which he loves). To cut a long story short, he’s had lots of trips to our fantastic vet who apparently never thought he’d survive to begin with, he’s had lots of treatment gently given and quite a few baths to get him back white. Unfortunately because the parasites have damaged the lining to his tummy he can only eat human food, chicken & pasta, vegetables and fish. I supplement his diet with omega oil and vitamins and now he’s ‘overweight’ a bit, he doesn’t like walking much but loves a ride in the car and his pram. He sleeps with me, he still has nightmares most nights but he’s happy, healthy and is always with me because he’s now got separation anxiety which is common for puppy farmed dogs! I often wish the vile creatures that kept him in awful conditions had let him go years earlier but I take heart he’s now spoiled and cozy and loved and loving his life. I wouldn’t part with him for the world and think animals bring such love and comfort to your life.