Benson came to live with me shortly before his first birthday. My Jazzy was getting older and I thought she was
dying. I took her to the vet and he told me she was fine, she just needed a
buddy.
Benson lived with me for almost three years. I loved him very
much. He was very smart and trained in obedience. He was quite the
little clown.
However, he had serious health problems that could not be resolved.
It was a long hard decision, but he crossed over the bridge shortly before his fourth birthday.
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