On Tuesday I went up to June's house to get Skippy's dog food and bowl. I was surprised and saddened at his reaction. He didn't want to get off my scooter at first, but then he sniffed around the garden. Then he came and sat on the step leading into the front door, but he wouldn't follow me inside. I'm sure he understands that she is gone and that he can't live there any more.
I will do my best for the little chap. He seems quite happy. Poor little lad!
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