love dogs? then grab a tissue…or 3….

Oh, my dog loving friends…..even if you don’t (God forbid) love animals…this story will touch even your stone cold heart.

Lily, six, was barely a puppy when she was struck down by a condition that caused her eyelashes to grown into her eyeballs, damaging them beyond repair.

It was after this traumatic event that her relationship with seven-year-old Maddison developed as she took her under her wing.

The best buddies lived together until their owners decided they couldn’t look after them any more.

Miss Campbell said: ‘With her lack of sight, Lily’s other senses have heightened so although we don’t split them up often she can tell if Maddison is nearby.

‘They curl up together to go to sleep and they are very vocal with each other.

‘We haven’t analysed their different barks but if Lily wants to go forward and Maddison is in her way, the bark will have a different pitch.

‘They are very close to one another and enjoy each other’s company’.

the dead duck…

 A woman brought a very limp duck into the veterinary surgeon.  As she laid the pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird’s chest.

After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, “I’m sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away.”

The distressed woman wailed, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am sure.  Your duck is dead,” replied the vet.

“How can you be so sure?” she protested.  “I mean, you haven’t done any testing on him or anything.  He might just be in a coma or something!”

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room.  He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever.  As the duck’s owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom.  He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room.  A few minutes later he returned with a cat.

The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot.  The cat sat back on its haunches, shook it’s head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, “I’m sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck.”

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill which he handed to the woman.  The duck’s owner, still in shock, took the bill.”

“$150.00?”, she cried, “$150.00 to tell me my duck is dead?”

The vet shrugged, “I’m sorry.  If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20.00, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it’s now $150.00”.