I am fucking heartbroken. He was a good age for a bonkers Welsh Springer and I knew it was coming. But it is just horrific.
Alphonso the First, I loved you from the moment I saw you. When you ran over and bit my knuckles and tried to eat my hair.
You could be an absolute shit, your recall was appalling, you cost me thousands upon thousands of pounds in vet fees. You once ate an entire packet of butter, foil and all, and had to have emergency surgery to remove the foil from your twisted guts.
But you were also an absolute joy. You knew when I was sad, and would come sit and rest your big head on my knees and huff at me until I stroked you. You knew when it was evening treat time, and come woofing over demanding your chicken wing.
You loved dd better than I could have ever wished. You taught her how to walk, and would stand so calmly while she was pulling herself up on you. You whined for her when she went to nursery. You licked her little face when was having a tantrum and brought her out of it immediately.
I am bereft without you. Your cocker sister is hunting for you and it breaks my heart. We loved you with all our hearts, thank you for making them so full.