Today, I have to say a goodbye to my sister's rescue dog Doris. She was put to sleep quietly and peacefully on Tuesday afternoon, happy to the last, being fed her absolute favourite food, cheese. She has been on borrowed time for a few weeks, and she has been enjoying her favourite walks and treats. But it had reached the stage where even one more day could have put her in pain and distress. She was fading so fast.
Nute is going to feel the house is very empty now. Doris was a BIG personality, And you had to hear her see a squirrel in the garden (which happened quite a lot) to realise what a BIG voice she had. She could have had a lucrative career as a foghorn in the English Channel.
She was a lost dog, found wandering near the Canal Basin. And Nute and Ken had decided they would adopt an older dog this time, after the loss of their Ollie, another rescue who they had from when he was young.
So she came to them. With a guarantee that she was "good with cats" as they had two at the time. Unfortunately it turned out she was good with cats being on the Hunt Your Own Food menu. But apart from that, she settled down very well.
I always hoped that one day, walking her in the park, they would come across someone Doris recognised - someone from her mysterious previous life.
It is a sad world at the moment. And the News is terrible. People so desperate to get out of Afghanistan; an earthquake in Haiti; yet another woman killed by an abusive husband here in the UK; and and and...
But Doris' last years were as happy as they could be made.
And her Creator, who notes the fall of every sparrow, knew Doris. And loved her. So we can leave her safely in His hands.
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