Winston came into CP with a dirty, torn toy called Roadkill Bob. I found a new replacement for him shortly after he arrived, but he still preferred the old, original Bob. Throughout his life with his forever mom, the original Roadkill Bob had to be mended many times, but remained his favorite toy. He was definitely not your typical Cairn. He didn't run, didn't chase prey, didn't bark much. Winston was a lover! There wasn't another living creature -- human or animal that he didn't love. I can still feel his kisses on my cheek, my lips, my forehead, my hand ... and I hope I never forget them.