Neville came to us in 2007, just as Bitty's Brood was moving on to their forever homes. He was only 3 weeks old and we though he was doing so well. Everyone simply loved him and his scampering. An aunt of mine was suffering from dementia and was substantially blind and deaf. When we took Neville to meet her, he played on her bed and then cuddled down in her lap. Such an incredibly peaceful expression came over her face as she stroked him. That's the way I remember him, and her, to this day. One morning, 10 days after he came to us, he didn't wake up. Sleep tight precious!
