In loving memory of Rollo (2012 - 2018).
You were such a good dog. From the day we brought you home, your shining eyes and great heart warmed us all. How you would jump into the boot of the car whenever it was opened. How you would run around in unbelievable exhuberance whenever I took you for a walk. Man and beast in perfect harmony, your nose in the ground, happy to rush onwards.
You were so loving. When my wife went for a swim, you would jump in the pool and try to 'rescue' her and bring her safely to the steps.
You were so gentle to my son, trying to 'kiss' him constantly with your wet nose and tongue.
You and your canine brethren rushing to and fro in the garden, chasing each other from bush to bush - to the delight of my son.
Trying to sneak into bed with us when you were small, or suddenly pitching up to let me take you out.
Waiting for me at the door when I arrived, or laying there when I left for work.
There is really little more to be said than that you were a Good Dog. A fine animal. An embodiment of all that is good in the species and the world, putting the rest of us to shame.
You left us far too early. That you would be cut down in your prime, by cowardly burglars, by poison. It is really unfair. Those that destroyed you for their own petty aims, have destroyed a little bit of the goodness of the world, and made it a little closer to hell. How you treat God's creatures will come back to haunt you. May God have mercy.
You were such a good dog. From the day we brought you home, your shining eyes and great heart warmed us all. How you would jump into the boot of the car whenever it was opened. How you would run around in unbelievable exhuberance whenever I took you for a walk. Man and beast in perfect harmony, your nose in the ground, happy to rush onwards.
You were so loving. When my wife went for a swim, you would jump in the pool and try to 'rescue' her and bring her safely to the steps.
You were so gentle to my son, trying to 'kiss' him constantly with your wet nose and tongue.
You and your canine brethren rushing to and fro in the garden, chasing each other from bush to bush - to the delight of my son.
Trying to sneak into bed with us when you were small, or suddenly pitching up to let me take you out.
Waiting for me at the door when I arrived, or laying there when I left for work.
There is really little more to be said than that you were a Good Dog. A fine animal. An embodiment of all that is good in the species and the world, putting the rest of us to shame.
You left us far too early. That you would be cut down in your prime, by cowardly burglars, by poison. It is really unfair. Those that destroyed you for their own petty aims, have destroyed a little bit of the goodness of the world, and made it a little closer to hell. How you treat God's creatures will come back to haunt you. May God have mercy.
