My little patterdale crossed with something bad tempered died yesterday he was about 16 years old, its weird made me a bit sad, i remember going to pick him up and bringing him home in a tea towell.
Saw him chase in snow as a little dog and grow to hate it as a grumpy old dog,
rip a cusion to bit in his dog pen as a pup and just two eyes looking out of a cloud of white,
run away to the pub and villages monthly,
bite me hanging off my gentleman area, when the phone made him bark.
snuggle up to me as a pup, run upstairs and wake my brother in law up licking him, to much cursing,
He saw me grow from a young ambitious hard living man to an older wiser man,
he saw a few women sneaked up stairs at my parents house, and told to be quiet,
he watched me build my house,
he saw my dad in good and bad health and then good again and to be fair the man who really looked after him.
That dog never saw me settle down, have kids, or move in with me into my van and house, the first things i got him for subconciously at the young age of 27.
Ill miss you mate, felt a bit down today I know why.