Got the word this morning that an old friend had passed away. Zelda, my sons dog.
17 years of age, and my own companion for a good few years in a previous life. One who sometimes felt like my only friend thru some of the darker times.
The Vet says she didn't feel any pain, and she just kind of went to sleep, never to wake up.
In truth, I've probably only seen her half a dozen times over the past 10 years, but each time I melted imediately. She was that cute and lovely! And for what it's worth, absence didn't stop me shedding a tear at the news.
Seems like no time at all since I fetched her from the dogs home (in my new company car) and she pooped all over the passenger seat! Did I shout at her? Nope! I just let her jump on my lap, and fussed her all the way home. I was already in love! She was obviously distressed, but I knew she was set for a better life. The poo just sploshed around for the next 20 miles until we got home! Good times :-)
Seems like no time at all since I fetched her from the dogs home (in my new company car) and she pooped all over the passenger seat! Did I shout at her? Nope! I just let her jump on my lap, and fussed her all the way home. I was already in love! She was obviously distressed, but I knew she was set for a better life. The poo just sploshed around for the next 20 miles until we got home! Good times :-)
Goodnight Zellie. Sleep nice xxxx
