A very sad post

 We were given a lovely, fluffy, cuddly puppy last May. 

I called him Ronnie Barker. 

Regular readers will know we adore dogs, and already have a rescue Border Terrier called Millie.

These two got on like a house on fire. She taught him house training and most of his behaviour. It's true what folk say, that the older dog teaches the younger dog.

Ronnie was a complete bundle of joy - he loved cuddling up and sitting on your lap - even when he was almost fully grown, which meant you could no longer see the telly!

Ronnie was my shadow.  

Wherever I went, he went.

The only time I was not near him was when he became ill two weeks ago and had to be admitted to the vet hospital.

They carried out surgery, scans, x-rays, blood tests: but were not able to find out why he was so ill and not eating.  He came home, then went back into the hospital.  A week after he had gone into the vet hospital he had to be put to sleep.  We were with him, and as he was given the drug I told him what a good boy he was.  He knew we were there holding him.

He was 10 months and 6 days old, and was my darling little boy.

Such a happy soul.

He walked off his lead from 3 months old, loved running and chasing his ball and bringing it back for another go; and was fascinated by birds.

RIP my boy.  You were such a good boy Ronnie Barker.