In October 2015, I lost my mum. My first furbaby Tommy got me through some tough days. But then in March 2016, he was diagnosed with liver cancer. He passed away in June 2016. My life was in bits; I was struggling. Then a post on Facebook showing a dog rescue made me look at another dog.
We made an appointment to see a dog, but sadly, it wasn't going to work. However, the rescue asked if we'd like to see another dog, and my Baxter - who looked so traumatized - came towards us and nervously wagged his tail.
I always say he rescued me. Without him in my life, I wouldn't be here. I was traumatized, too. Baxter was 8-years-old when we got him. His owner had passed away, and he had nobody who could take him.
He is 14 now, a little slower and has the beginning of cataracts, but otherwise he's doing brilliantly. He is my world. He kept me going after the year from hell Id had. How ever much time we have together, I treasure every single day.
Hull, United Kingdom
