The hardest part of any housesit is saying good bye to the animals. They know you are leaving, they saw you pack and haul it out to the car. Some of them go and hide. Others lay down and mope. The persistant ones follow you around just in case you happen to change your mind. And when you give them that last rub on the belly or head, you both know it's time to go.
Boy and Jazz
We will miss you Boy, Jazz, Bran-ddu, Ziggy and Bibi. You made Fos-y-Rhiew one of the best housesits ever!