Saying Goodbye to a Loyal Friend

Before I moved from Wales to London, one of the things that I was concerned about and has always been at the back of my mind was not being able to be there in an emergency. I'd always hoped that somehow I'd be able to make the journey and defy the odds.

Today, reality bites. Had the call yesterday that an ultrasound scan found tumours in CanineCymraeg's abdomen. Last night she deteriorated and was quite ill, passing blood etc. This morning she's been to vet and is currently being sedated. CC gave us 8 wonderful years of loyalty, affection and undiluted craziness. Perhaps most importantly, she helped me get over a (on reflection, silly) childhood apprehension/fear of dogs. I saw her over Easter which I'm thankful for, but it hurts a lot to have not been able to say goodbye.

Here's a picture of CC. Rest easy, old mate.

I remember being horribly upset as a teenager when a former Sailcat was put down while I was away at school.  Combination of not being there and also the first time anyone or anything close to me had died when I was old enough to understand it.

Saildog's tale is suitably at half mast today and she sends her condolences.

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Very sorry.  I'm sure she had a wonderful time being part of your life - and teaching you the joys of canine companionship.

God's cruellest joke he played on us was to give parrots the lifespan that he should have given dogs.  😥

God's cruellest joke he played on us was to give parrots the lifespan that he should have given dogs.

I know, right? Man's best friend should have man's lifespan. It's all arse about face. 

saw Dambusters the other day. They have overdubbed "Trigger". 

 

I am sorry to learn of your sad loss. I still pay homage daily and look at photos and vids. I miss her more than lost relatives.  I thank God for the good time I had. But there wasn't enough of it.