Moving halfway around the world in 2011, we met a small, unassuming Labradoodle puppy, our 6-year-old named him "Custard", as he was "soft and yello Since 2014's, we have been wagging on some monumental updates, always resting his chin on my lap for a Tony Z item! We were running around our local field on Thursday, off his food that night, and very lethargic on Friday. Emergency vets on Friday night for some MediPen goodness, it didn't work for him???? Sunday morning, he isn't responding to treatment... Anyway, friends, I'm typing this knowing the inevitable is coming in a few hours. Definitely more hurtful for my family than for my best mate. Sorry for my morose post, Custard was the best mate anyone could ever wish for, as I'm sure anyone who has lost a furry friend can agree. Love you forever Custy!