This is my precious fur baby Trip. My absolute loyal buddy of 8+ years. Sadly he lost his battle with life this morning. He was we believe about 4 when we got him making him probably a bit over 12 these days. We were his 3rd family. His first family abused him, and his second family returned him stating they didn’t have enough time to take care of him. The Humane Society and we believe most likely they didn’t know how to care for and rehabilitate an abused creature as well as stated and realized they were in over their heads. This was not our first precious creature to help to have come from a nasty situation so we understood what was needed to help and love him. Trippo was not the smarted Beagle I’ve ever had, he’s a bit of dork, but he was the most loyal creature you could ever have and I loved him dearly. (I have had mostly Dachshunds and Beagles my whole life). He became very attached, and had much separation anxiety when I left the house. He wasn’t excited when anyone left but sang to his people by the door when I was gone. We actually had to give him anti-anxiety chews when I’d be gone to help tone things down. I was his buddy and protector and he was for sure my buddy too. When I was home wherever I went he went, he even guarded the bathroom door when I was doing my thing, LOL.