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Angus was the last Westie that we had to let go. Of the four that are now departed, he was by far the happiest and most affectionate. If you scratched his belly he would actually smile and laugh! Angus was our only true rescue dog. I remember when my wife received a call from a lady at the animal emergency clinic, asking if she would be interested in another Westie. It seems that she opened her door one day and there stood Angus, broken leash and a sickly yellow color. The condition was that he had to get along with Molly, the only surviving dog at the time. When they brought him to our home it almost made you sick to look at him. We have red clay soil here and it looked as though Angus had been rolling in it. But it wasn’t dirt; he had a severe yeast infection. Well, he hit it off with Molly so we took him in. It took lots of medical attention to get the infection under control but he finally recovered completely. From that time on he and Molly were best of friends. I would like to say that Angus was “my dog” but the truth is he was everyone’s dog. He never met anyone he wasn’t friendly with. I can’t imagine what poor Angus endured after escaping his captivity. Teeth were missing from having chewed through the rope he was tied up with, and who knows how he survived until meeting the lady who gave him to us. One thing I do know; he was loved by us and well taken care of until he developed lung cancer and we, once again, had that hard decision to make. He was truly a lover and we miss him dearly.