After the death of my previous dog, I didn't think that I would be able to go through the emotional battle of losing another dog, but then I met Lewis. He had been picked up as a stray in Ireland, was thought to be 10 years old and he was blind. After getting to know him over the next 3 months (he couldn't be rehomed straight away whilst his eyes were assessed) I realised he was probably only a stray for all of five minutes before throwing himself in front of a Dogs Trust van! He hates the rain, mud, cold....and loves the fire, the sofa and a good fuss! He is a very cheeky little man who loves a good pair of shoes - to bury in the garden...but I wouldn't be with out him, he has been my rock!