Love that bro. As you know I'm a massive dog person too. I've lost two of my dogs to cancer, so this really resonates. The pain of losing them is really hard to bear, but you would never swap that pain for not having them in your life And I always try and remember for doggo, they get to spend their entire life with you God bless Skye. A life well lived
@FosseFilberto hope you enjoyed your birthday man Another spin around the sun for us and another year of wisdom and humility for us Libras Get anything good for your b'day ?
This is lovely. Losing a pet is a unique sort of sadness. I don't remember my poem, heartfelt as it clearly was, but much has happened in three years.
Lovely mate ... must have some dust in my eye now Was speaking to my cousin's widow (even now that seems weird to say) on Wednesday; he died in May - their dog, Jax, passed away in June - apparently he was always 'Andys dog' and she had me in tears on the phone when she told me she really felt like Andy had called him one last time - anyway she told me that the whole family, kids and Grandkids went to Wells in Norfolk (they were regulars) over the weekend to scatter the dogs Ashes along the route where he loved to go for walks with Andy... If you've never had, and loved, a canine kid / friend I guess it's hard to comprehend just what they mean RIP and God Bless Skye
The very pleasant possibly non-binary person whose pronouns I wouldn't want to guess in the Apple shop was very useful and I now have a reasonably modern portable telephone.
We have lived far too long without a dog, had one for a short period, fostered/adopted but she never settled with the young kids we had. But we are planning on getting a pup next Easter. Visited the kennels and some of the possible stud dogs they have and had a look at some of the litters they have had.
Doesn't seem 5 mins since we got 'our little girl' ... she's getting on a bit now - was 9 in August ... we all love her to bits ... unconditional love!
Need to make sure that we don’t make an error getting a dog and that it has to fit in around us. They make a house a home.
Our's is brilliant for us - loves going for walks but doesn't need exercising constantly like my eldest's cocker spaniel - we have him to stay sometimes, and I love him to bits, but we are literally knackered by the time she comes and picks him up ...
Got a decent sounding weekend ahead. It's my newest Niece's christening, up in Reading ish area, but someone has to mind the dog and that comes down to me. So I get to miss that! Mrs Chief also out tonight, so pizzas and sides with my two youngest (both of which have now ****ed off up stairs and left me the washing up) and a beer or two watching the last couple of 1883's. Tomorrow is golf, run the Mrs and daughter to the station, wave them goodbye and then home to spend the evening with the middle un. Or at least I thought, but he's bombed me out to go round a mates for some beers and darts (they are fifteen ffs) so I'm at home completely on my tod. Might have to pick him up though, so that's a bummer. Hoping one of the other lads' Mum's will do the honours. Sunday is drop him off at work, walk the dog, home to sweep the five thousand or so acorns off the back lawn, pick him up from work, nine holes of golf followed by some food up the GC. Picking the two women back up at the station late Sunday, and to bed. All this, and blissfully football free.
Missing the christening makes it a good weekend regardless of how the rest goes. Bwood away at Eastbourne tomorrow on the start of the run to Wembley.
