More then four years and 150,000 posts ago I started this thread with a picture of Wesson, a Brittany Spaniel.
For some fourteen years Wesson and I were inseparable, My wife died and for eight years he was my only friend, he was just always there, in fact he was my reason for getting up in the morning.And then two years ago I met someone and at the age of 75 got married, Wesson took to my new wife immediately.
Then I realised that things weren't right, his eyesight was going, his appetite as well. He would retire and sit in the garden for hours, he became incontinent and was ashamed. I think he felt he had seen me through my loneliness and that he could now leave me, his job was complete. I just couldn't watch him deteriorate, the quality of life is more important then the quantity, he was tired.
Goodbye my little man.
untitled (1 of 1) by Brian Tompkins, on Flickr