Starr was one of the first dogs CorgiAid helped. She was stubborn, opinionated, full of herself, and addicted to chocolate. She loved rolling on the grass, on the carpet, and making indecent noises as she did so. She would eat anything, and she beat cancer for over five years. She was "she who must die" to our other bitch, "she who must track her down and kill her dead," Ladybug. We loved the old bag desperately, and we know she is now in the teashop at the Bridge, with her old pal Rosebud, taking tea and dishing the news, dressed in a sensible dress and sensible shoes.
Donated by: Walt, Betsy, and Andrea Boyes