May 28

May 28 The Most Loyal Of Friends

Our Tibetan Terrier, our Bob. Bobby. Bobalob. Flob. Flobby. A part of our lives for the last 10 years. September he’ll turn 14. Since the start he’s been the most loving dog. Gives everything and asks nothing in return. OK maybe he’ll harass for a treat but nothing else. Or a pawn cracker when we have a Chinese and thats it. And the vegetables when we have a Sunday roast. And that’s about it…. And a tummy rub, or just a bit of attention. Basically he’s a dog. A bloody good dog.

“Dogs are not our whole lives. But they make our lives whole” - roger a.caras

The worst part about owning a dog, is knowing the day will come when you have to say your goodbyes. A dogs life is just too short. That day isn’t here yet with Bob, but in his old age I know the day is looming like a dark cloud on the horizon, making its way closer.

I still remember the day we got him. I remember the first and last time I let him off the lead believing he’ll listen to me and come back. As you can guess he didn’t. He ran off like a bullet train, leaving me in his dust. Only to run back home. Panic over. I remember the day we came home with our new born daughter. Only to find he had decided to do a number 2 in her rocker chair. We still can’t figure out how he even did this. A protest poop I call it.

Bob gave his heart to our children, playing with them, begging for treats and the constant wanting to lick their faces. Laying by their side when upset, or doing zoomies around the garden when chased. He has been the most amazing friend over the years and is loved by all. I just hope we get more time with him.

Tibetan Terriers aren’t fans of hair driers.

Time eventually catches up with us all. Ailments don’t help and leave us helpless. And for dogs a short life can be cut painfully shorter. At 14 Bobby is a good age for a dog, I don’t think any of my dogs went far beyond that, and he’s had a great run. Last year was his first trip to see the vet after an ear infection. One trip in 10 years! I think he’s done pretty well.

Now though we fear the worst. The vet will be seeing him this week, and I really hope their is something that can be done. If not then it will be a hard pill to swallow, but accept if its time, then its time. His time. I don’t want to accept that and try remain optimistic, but the realist in me that can see how he has changed over the last few months, see the strain when he gets up, says otherwise.

All we can do, is remember all of the years we’ve had with him, and enjoy the time we have left. However long that may be.

Enjoy the days, and love them the way they love us.