It is with A breaking heart that I am writing this post today.
On Sunday 15th January 2012
I had to have my beloved Barney, put to sleep.
Barney we got as a rescue dog when he was just 10 months old in the November 1999.
My Dad passed away one month after getting my first ever "PUPPY".
To this day I still called Barney "MY PUPPY", he was like my baby and I loved him.
He saw me through those dark days of losing my dad.
He was very jealous of anybody who tried to get my love and attention, not in a nasty way - but in Hey back off bucko if there are cuddles to go around I am having them all.
He gave me much fun and laughter in my life and it was an honour and a privilege to have been allowed to have him in my life.
My Mum would joke the pecking order for my love was always
The Girls (MY Daughters)
Then maybe Dale (HUBBY).
He suffered with muscle wastage to his head in November/ December last year 2011, but the vets said he was not in any discomfort, and he could go on a long while yet.
Last night he came to bed as normal, this morning at 8.00am he followed me for my toilet break as normal, I went back to bed for 30 minutes, got up and then it happened, Barney would not move, his hind legs had gone, his eyes unfocused.
He was being sick. The vets agreed it was time to say goodbye.
I was with him till the very end and I thanked him for all of his unconditional love as I held him in my arms as he slipped away.
Run free my best friend - I will love you always.