September 19, 1991 to August 30, 1995



Benson came to live with me shortly before his first birthday. My Jazzy was getting older and I thought she was dying.  I took her to the vet and he told me she was fine, she just needed a buddy. 

Benson lived with me for almost three years.  I loved him very much.  He was very smart and trained in obedience.  He was quite the little clown.  

However, he had serious health problems that could not be resolved.  It was a long hard decision, but he crossed over the bridge shortly before his fourth birthday.