I heard this morning that today is supposed to be the one day of the year when you're most likely to be depressed. I think for me though, that has to be last Monday.
It was the day that Max, our dear Rough Collie, died.
We got him from a rescue kennel and as he was picked up as a stray, we have no idea what caused the ‘M’ shaped scar on his muzzle. We didn’t notice it after a while, but the cause of it was usually the first thing that strangers asked. Jack, our youngest son, suggested Max as his new name, as having an ‘M’ shaped scar would help Max to remember it!
He was an absolute delight and fitted into the family straight away.
He had some funny habits though, such as pouncing at your feet if you were busy in a conversation and he obviously thought you were ignoring him.
He also wouldn’t go in the back garden unless the kitchen door was left open - fine in the summer, not so good in the winter!
Another strange habit was licking his collar when it was taken off after a walk. Just one lick and then it could be hung up.
He was thought to be about five when we had him and six years later that would make him about eleven.
He was generally fit and well, but sadly his last few months found him struggling to move around due to joint and nerve problems.
He is buried in the garden, near to the aviary and the place where he would wait while I attended to the birds. He once pushed the aviary door open with his nose, but thankfully the inner door was shut, so none of the birds escaped!
These photos show him as I like to remember him.
Patiently waiting next to the Christmas tree - after sniffing out his own presents that is!
Trying to get someone’s attention so that they can help him unwrap his present!
Thanks for stopping by and …Happy Monday!
~Debbie~
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