The sun was shining and we were heading to Ruscombe, where the streams are cool and the long grass tickles my tummy as I run through it chasing birds that I know I will never actually catch, as they swoop up and down, taunting me from the sky above my head.
Not only was I about to embark on my favourite part of the day, I was doing it with four of the humans I love the most. Life couldn’t really get much better!
I can remember the last time I saw her face like it was yesterday.
She was 15, which may not seem very old but, in dog years, she was over 90 – a senior citizen and pretty good going for her breed.
While we knew the end was near, I didn’t expect it to be that day and I still wasn’t ready for it – although can you ever really be ready for that last goodbye?
It is true what they say, dogs really are man’s best friend, and despite varying opinions this includes Staffies. I hate to admit it and give up the “tough” reputation of my “status” dog, but my Staffordshire Bull Terrier is actually a big softy.
Obviously I understand the concern of the people who cross the road to avoid us. Or when dogs come up in conversation and the more often than not response to me having a Staffie is a look of shock along with “Oh, bit dangerous aren’t they…” Yes. You are of course right, there is a very high possibility you could be licked to death and who would want to come to such a slobbery end?