It’s not about living, but living well

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.