Wesley was my soul mate, the head of the house and when he
left us at the age of 14 there was a void. Wesley was serene, calm and
thought himself above all the hullabaloo the others create. Wesley was a
stunning dog, beautiful brown coat, lovely movement, fantastic construction,
he inherited soulful brown eyes from his father Noah. There was never a
cross word from Wesley he gazed down on the world from his lofty position
with an indulgent look at those lesser Beardie beings with a twinkle in his
eye and a smile on his face. It is a lasting sorrow that due to a surprise
hip score there were no Wesley children to carry on for us.
