Sometimes, life really seems to suck.
Whilst not exactly getting over the losses of Trey and OB, at least some of the rawness of the emotions had been eased. However, it all came crashing back to the fore when Tindale finally succumbed to his ongoing struggle.
Our old boy has not been in the best of health for quite a while, but has had, in our eyes, a decent quality of life. Our dogs have free access to our 2 acre field, and latterly, Tindale’s idea of a strenuous walk was a 10 minute wander round the fenced perimeter, before coming back indoors for a long nap. Actually, most of our Tindale stories seem to revolve around him lazing about. Except of course, the one time he ran away…………………………..
Goodbye, dear Tinman, it seems strange to be able to walk around the kitchen without stepping over you, dude. Sassicaia Red Willow, 30 October 1996 – 9 May 2009