My little dog was adopted with help from the Mayhew, round about Easter. I was ill and couldn't look after her myself (I live by myself). She's gone to a couple who will take good care of her. I thoroughly approved of them.
She's a cheerful, confident dog who makes friends everywhere she goes.
I know she'll be OK. Her new owners will love her as much as I do (how could they not?).
I so miss my friend, though. I sleep with her blanket, and I wish I could've kept her.