Trooper

I visited Trooper in the SAD  facility up north. He had desperately been fighting for his life when he was found, due to some tragic circumstances no one knows but him.

Both of his front legs had to be amputated…. they could not be saved. He was a real Trooper though, that’s why the name, and finally days got better. He learned to get around despite his disability and was loved by all, including me.

The painting when completed was donated to the shelter and they sold it for some much needed cash. … I miss him.