Sunday, February 2, 2014


Ziggy came into my life a tired and sick little Bahamian rescue puppy. He was sick for a few weeks before finally getting his tummy right. I worked hard at fattening him up but he was always skinny. Beautifully skinny. 

When he was about 8 months old, he was diagnosed with a heart defect and a short lifespan left to live. Medication helped at first but his huge heart just couldn't keep up and just before Christmas, I said goodbye to the sweetest dog I've ever had. He was a bundle of unconditional love! He was my pogo stick dog, jumping straight up in the air whenever I returned home! I loved seeing him at the sliding glass door waiting for me and dancing for me.