My Socrates, he came to us abused, lost, frightened, and sad, just surviving.
With the help of Peaches, our very confident English Pointer, love, and gentle hands, he grew in to a very confident, happy boy, even when he had setbacks, he would always get back to his happy Weimie self!
I learned more from Socrates than any other fur kid. He taught me more about myself, and changed me in ways I can’t ever explain. I miss him every day. Rest in peace my sweet boy.