Doodle started his life in a puppy mill in Kentucky. He was in very bad shape when he was saved by a rescue organization in the U.S. He was fostered while he was recovering and, when he was well enough, was placed for adoption with a family in Florida. For whatever reason, they couldn’t keep him and he was returned to the rescue organization. In May 2005, through a great network of rescue organizations, he came to live with us in his forever home in the Beach.
For 11 years his endearing personality brought endless joy to our family. His quirky habits brightened our world in ways we couldn’t have imagined, and his unconditional love was immeasurably cherished.
In April 2013, Doodle was diagnosed with pulmonary hypertension and expectations for him to survive too much longer were somewhat grim. He once again seemed to defy the odds and lived for close to three more years. He died, in his 17th year, at home in his bed surrounded by his family. We loved him and will miss him.