I've been petless since Barney died. He was a stray German Shepherd pup I found in the middle of Birmingham, trying to avoid traffic on the Hagley Road, this tiny little bundle scared out of his wits and causing mayhem. I could have killed myself rescuing him and should have taken him to the RSPCA, but I took this little pup home and my other dog, also a German Shepherd called Poppy, instantly started mothering him so I just couldn't do it.
Last year, after outliving his step-mum by a couple of years and being the most loyal, annoying, fractious, loveable, entertaining pet, he passed away. I just can't consider having anything else after those two, not even a goldfish.
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