KBs PensNmore
31st August 2015, 05:14 PM
Just letting you know, I had to let go of my best mate, a Staffy X Corgi, Toby today, got him in May 2000, he went everywhere with me except to the Northern Territory, even to work, where his favourite spot was under the bench, except when something slipped out of my hand and lobbed on his scone. He'd been run over a couple of times in the car park there, didn't even cry out, that's the trouble being the first unit in the block, they soon learnt to slow down.
His favourite things, were to go for rides in the car, loved camping with all the smells of the bush. He'd had his own bed in the car, so he could see outside as we went along, If he did "smells" he look at me as if to say "Jeez, dad you're foul".
When I had a bad car accident, he was with me, he didn't get hurt, fortunately, but ran away and was found the following Monday in a council pound, suffering Kennel Cough, probably crying for me. I was in hospital for 21 days, and he was sneaked in twice, to see me.
When we'd set up a coffee shop, a few years later, he'd always try to sneak in, to see me or have a cappuccino. We'd been through some rough times, but he was always there for me, more than I can say for someone else who was in my life at the time.
The last few weeks were the worst for him, he ended up with a kidney/bladder infection, then about 2 weeks before having to say goodbye Chronic Arthritis in the rear legs, and required to be carried outside to go toilet, I'm glad that he had lost some weight as he was about 22 Kg this time 2 years ago, he got down to 16.5 in the end and stayed that way for a month before, my having to say good bye. When he was outside, he had to hop around, similar to a kangaroo grazing.
He'd been having needles to help with the arthritis and pain killers, but I could see that he'd had enough.
Farewell my friend.
His favourite things, were to go for rides in the car, loved camping with all the smells of the bush. He'd had his own bed in the car, so he could see outside as we went along, If he did "smells" he look at me as if to say "Jeez, dad you're foul".
When I had a bad car accident, he was with me, he didn't get hurt, fortunately, but ran away and was found the following Monday in a council pound, suffering Kennel Cough, probably crying for me. I was in hospital for 21 days, and he was sneaked in twice, to see me.
When we'd set up a coffee shop, a few years later, he'd always try to sneak in, to see me or have a cappuccino. We'd been through some rough times, but he was always there for me, more than I can say for someone else who was in my life at the time.
The last few weeks were the worst for him, he ended up with a kidney/bladder infection, then about 2 weeks before having to say goodbye Chronic Arthritis in the rear legs, and required to be carried outside to go toilet, I'm glad that he had lost some weight as he was about 22 Kg this time 2 years ago, he got down to 16.5 in the end and stayed that way for a month before, my having to say good bye. When he was outside, he had to hop around, similar to a kangaroo grazing.
He'd been having needles to help with the arthritis and pain killers, but I could see that he'd had enough.
Farewell my friend.