When Mucky first came to the shelter he was just over 1 year old. He was so scared and shacking it was really heartbreaking to see him so distressed. It was just after summer, and everyone was hoping he would be in soft warm bed before winter. That never happened. He spent the winter in the shelter, and then again the next winter and the next winter and the next winter and then time just stopped and we lost counting
he have seen all his friends leave the shelter but it was never his turn. He stopped hoping.