My mum called me yesterday to let me know that they'd had our 14-year-old yellow lab PTS yesterday morning. He suffered a fit and couldn't walk, so they vet came out and put him to sleep in his bed with my parents stroking him.
He had an amazing life, my parents 'Puppy Walked' him for the Guide Dogs for the Blind, and after failing to be placed successfully with an owner due to his nervous, soppy nature, he came back to live with us. He's been a huge part of my life ever since.
I can't stop crying. I've taken today off work, but silly things keep setting me off. I just burst into tears after logging onto my laptop - his name is my password.
He had a wonderful long life and was such a special boy. I haven't lived with him now for some time but he wouldn't leave me alone whenever I went home, constantly showering me with kisses and demands for walks, treats and strokes. Everyone loved him, even people that hated dogs. Neighbours and friends would queue up to take him for walks or look after him while my parents went away. He was so loved.
That's all really. I feel a bit silly as to anyone who didn't know him he was just a dog. But he wasn't, he was a dog-shaped person. :)