Winston was love, pure love. His spirit was kind, gentle, and sweet. He spoke with his beautiful eyes that held a depth of expression. Younger days saw him running in the yard, enjoying the freedom of movement.  He ran and ran until he was quite exhausted, but smiling.  We loved him every moment of the 17 years we were blessed to have him, and now we feel a deep ache, an emptiness, with his passing. In all of God’s creatures there’s no one as pure a soul as Winston. He’s waiting for us at the rainbow bridge where he’s playing with his brother, Fred, and friends, Bruce and Clarence.