He was old, 15 dog years. So thats about 90 human years. He was a collie cross spaniel. Black and white.
He hadn’t been able to go up the stairs without a hand for about 2 years, up onto the sofa about 3 weeks. And the final straw – raise himself off his bed for about 3 days.
I’m going to miss him so very much, miss his wet nose, his barking to come in from the garden. His hair in my tea and butter, and on my black trousers!
Goodbye old friend, you will feel the wind in your hair and make your ears flap. You wont feel the pain or discomfort. I’ll remember the feel of your tongue on my hand, and the look of unconditional love in your eyes.
Goodbye old friend. Till we meet again.