Found out this morning that another one of the old guard of T’s old pals has gone. 15 years old, a good go for a lab, but that was one of his first proper pals, the original lab pack he would walk with as a pup. Such a shame and there’s been a few around here recently that have made it to old age well. I guess it’s the right decision in the end and I wonder how I’ll be when the time comes for my best pal to go as well. He’s 8 and a half the now, into the old age nearly, 50 something maybe. A touch of arthritis in his knees, some lumps in him but nothing serious. He has been a healthy dog and remains so. Me and him will get a bit of weight off as well pre-Christmas.
A dog is such a massive presence in a home it must be a giant hole when they are gone, and I don’t look forward to the day of not having one, not having him. Do I even want another dog? I just want my Thorin. It is something I know we’re all going to have to deal with in the future, but right now he’s happy and fun and able and I think he will be all of these things for some time yet. He truly is the best boy.