Wednesday, 28 April 2010
Three Weeks Ago Today
I had to have my old pooch put to sleep at the age of 12.I had him from when his was 12 /13 weeks old.Sure I miss him very much,as he was a right character.But I've not got the ache in my gut's that I had for the first few days.Though the girls miss him also,he will always be my dog.
I still look for him and expect him to appear around the house.But now I smile and think of the scrapes we went through over the 12 years and I laugh about them.I've fucked up a lot over the last 40 years or so,but he was one thing I managed to do a good job with.So he deserves his own little entry on here.His ashes now sit in a little urn on the book case next to where I type this.
Be lucky boy and wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge
Edit I just had a rarther abusive response to this blog entry,far,far to rude to post up :-).Yes my friend the Fridge is rarther nasty,but It's in a very good mates back yard,who was indeed a Pikey.Though he was re-homed in a house,the dog was only four years old then.I thank you for your concern ;-}My back garden is the top one,though It still aint pretty as I hate gardening.