Meet WeeBuddy. He was given to me by a friend at a very low point in life. I was told he was a girl so I named Wee Bonnie (little beauty). I quickly learned that this precious gift was too young to be taken from his mom so I hand raised him. We needed each other. I soon discovered that my mischievous little friend was a boy. Thus, he became WeeBuddy (this blog’s namesake) He brings me so much joy, comfort and purpose on dark days and every day in between. Here is what the MW misses, it is the animals that are the therapists not some twat with a piece of paper that thinks more highly of herself than she should.













