Hello. Yesterday I had some sad news. One of the dogs I walk went to sleep for the last time. Sorry, I don't like the term put to sleep, or put down, it sounds so cold and without feeling. When the time comes they are helped on their way and drift gently off to sleep. We knew it was coming, although Alfie was keen to go to the park, he was struggling to get there. It was so sad to see him stumble, but the spirit was always willing. The brave lad tried his best to walk with his best friend Ollie.
This morning I went to the house to take Ollie a walk, because I knew he would be missing his soulmate. There was no one in, I have a key. He came to greet me at the door as normal. I took Rocky in his buggy to see how it worked out walking them together. Ollie is usually a puller, but today he was ever so gentle, walking slowly by the side of the buggy, he knew not to pull.
We had a lovely slow steady walk in the sunshine, I chose wide footpaths with grass verges so we had plenty of room. Ollie had a little run off lead through the churchyard and enjoyed that, he was such a good boy. Rocky is usually not so keen on the two boys, having been to the house a few times, he found their size a bit overwhelming. Whenever we walked past their house he started running, saying you're not getting me to go in there again. It was so funny to see his little legs speed up. Now I have him in the buggy he doesn't get a choice, ha ha. Anyway, he was fine today, they greeted each other like they were old friends.
Here is a photo from two years ago, Ollie on the left, Alfie on the right.