Dudley was born on D-Day (June 6th) and passed away on Good Friday (April 18); he lived a long time (almost eighteen years) and will continue to live in my heart and soul. He was always such a hyper boy, getting excited about anything and anyone. He loved people and other animals.
Dudley deserved much more in life and yet, was spoiled constantly. I wished he could have lived dozens of more years. He was my “baby” and now my precious angel. He joins his brother, Dudley Junior (DJ) who passed away four years ago today (August 26). I can’t imagine Christmas without at least one of them.