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Searched dog the other day on the phone and this pic came back, taken of a photo dating back to maybe 1989-90 era of a dog I had when we was a puppy. Today is 23 years since I went with my mother to put him down and weirdly I wasn’t sad at all. He had lived his best life, the final 6 months after my first dog was put down, he played his part in training the new puppy to be a good dog so after that, his job was done, we said goodbye and that was it. I then attempted to replace him with a dog that was pretty much his Doppleganger, which wasn’t fair on that dog, big boots to fill (and fate showed that was not the right decision).

Looking back on when he was a puppy, I never thought about the character I was getting and how important a part of my life or how I would be ALL of his life, when they are just a small beast, peeing on your aunt with excitement or digging a hole in the front lawn when you didn’t come back from the hospital after “that bike ride” didn’t resonate as they maybe could have. I’ve run the math and technically he was the best dog I’ve owned, engineers gotta engineer, but at the same time he was the family’s dog, so when he was gone we mourned him as a family, so could get over it. Other dogs, not so much.

The world may be going to shit, your other half may be getting brain washed by social media, your job may suck, but realise, somewhere in the future, there is a timeline where you head to a farm, and there are little bundles of joy there that will one day be you favourite thing in the world. Surely that can put a smile on your face and makes the future a little brighter. And your life companion doesn’t always have to have 4 legs. Miss you buddy. https://blossom.primal.net/2a7723499f7be481aa533fa8ccd380e2e9d2ced31282125020ed08bd01d4edc5.jpg https://blossom.primal.net/5b0f62b1ad70347acfa3dc6045148a5d66771a0236c8409cefd2b759ea70c2f6.jpg https://blossom.primal.net/4edc74a095e23995760be1b168a91f88f69c6559e5de07ecd32a8a0d48c80c65.jpg