He didn't have the best start in life and came to us through Whitehouse Kennels as a stray. He was between the ages of 18 month to 2 years when he arrived, so had a long and hopefully happy life. He didn't come without problems, he liked to chase bicycles, hated men with hats on and liked to try and follow people pushing pushchairs. He also terrorised his fair share of post people in the early years.
But we soon came to adore him, with his ticklish feet and liking for chasing bunny rabbits in his sleep. He loved to sit under the dinner table as the children sneaked him food. He liked to raid the freezer, one memorable bonfire night, he managed to open the freezer, pull the draw out and eat all the icecream without even making a mark on it. He would round up the children and little white dogs, when we went for a walks, and hated getting his feet wet, but became water powered when we bathed him.
He liked to know where everyone was and was constantly checking round the house to see where we all were. He was part of the family, our best friend and companion.
The last couple of days we had with him were very sad, but he died surrounded by people who loved him in his own bed, so for that we are grateful.
Rest in peace my darling and I miss you so much x