And thought is was me. Let's just say her best four-legged friend. When she became ill 20 years ago in Australia, one of her great concerns was what would happened to her beloved Rufus after she was gone. No probs. We loaded him on the plane (he was not happy) and brought him back to America where we lived. Never seen a dog so happy as when we collected him from the plane. He went on to have a happy life for another five years.
