In memory of

Junk

Portrait of Junk

Our little follower

Unmistakably them

He would always go into the other dogs bed even when he was in it because he was blind so he didn’t know which bed was his

A treasured memory

Every time I sat down he would always come and snuggle up next to me and follow me everywhere

Junk, photo 2
Junk, photo 3
Junk, photo 4