I’ll keep this short and (like Benji) very sweet and soft. He wasn’t feeling very well and, I think, had been trying to tell me for several days that he was really fed up and tired. So yesterday afternoon I took him to the vets to find out whether he was still losing weight and was already prepared for leaving without him. I stayed with him as he slipped away, and sat with him for a little while longer until I could face leaving him.
I had the extreme pleasure of sharing his long life (he was 16 years old which is ancient for a collie-springer cross) for nearly 4 years. Toby and I miss him like mad, but he’ll be coming back home soon, and will join his Dad out in the garden.
He’s gone to the right place, at the right time, before it became too painful for all of us. I expect he’s putting up pheasants and chasing rabbits in doggie heaven right now, and going for a long walkies with Pete.
Here’s some music to cheer me up more than anything – farewell my lovely.❤ Benji! ❤
It’s not the classic version, but it is the most seasonal!