We had one. Wesley Walker was his name. Sweetness and loving was his game. He lived 13 years without any health or behavior issues at all. After he had just turned 13, the boys returned from being gone for a week at Summer camp one Sunday afternoon. It was as though he was waiting for them to return. His little body started to shut down on Sunday evening. We all stayed up with him through the night and took him into to our vet and the entire family stayed with him as he passed on. I can't even describe the amount of joy that Wesley brought into this family. He was the last of the litter that no one wanted because his ears were overly large according to the Westie standard. Maybe so, but what everyone seemed to over look was his sweet and loving attitude. He was so giving. He once saved our other dog, Shelby, who had gotten his collar snagged on a deck nail and was choking to death. Wesley, made us aware of Shelby's incident by barking and running to get us. He kept jumping up on the patio door to alert us. We saved Shelby and will never forget or stop loving Wesley. He was really something.
his name's Cotton. anyone else with me on the love of the West Highland White Terrors? LOL
