…as my contributions are likely to be a little less robust than normal.
We had some bad news this morning, as Wally passed away overnight. He was about a month shy of his 10th birthday. It seems he died in his sleep, and I found him this morning.
Losing a dog is like losing a family member. There are people who say it’s like losing a child; I wouldn’t go there, never having lost a child and I imagine the people who have would probably take offense at the suggestion. But a dog is a loved one, and Wally was without a doubt loved. And he loved in return; he was one of the friendliest, happiest dogs you’ll ever imagine, and never met a stranger.
Boxers are a wonderful breed of dog. They’ve got tremendous personality and they’re extremely loyal. And having had him in my home from the time he was just six weeks old, I’ve lost a dear and trusted friend.
And it’s devastating.
Actually, I can’t really say that it’s hit me yet; all I have is an empty feeling and a profound awareness of a quiet house.
Beyond that, I don’t have much to say – maybe at some point when I’m up to it I’ll tell those of you who never got a chance to meet him more about Wally, but I don’t want to belabor the point.
And nothing else matters a whole lot to me right now.
So particularly given that this is going to be a slow couple of weeks with Christmas coming up and the political scene going into hibernation anyway, you’ll forgive me if I make myself a bit scarce from time to time.
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