@userxx, thank you. He was a very special lad and yes, far too young to leave us. He had a really bad start in life and was very complex with high needs - which most likely was at the root of the condition we lost him to - so he left a massive hole in our lives. Thankfully, we are lucky to have our other boy, also a Lurcher, who is now over 15 and it’s awful to think, when I look at my healthy, happy old lad, that he should have had at least as many years again, if not more and the same chance to be thoroughly spoiled into his old age.
I have his ashes in the living room at the moment. His favourite place was the beach we took him to every year in Ireland and that’s where we would like to scatter them, but we weren’t able to go this year for obvious reasons. I suspect 2021 is unlikely as well.
I still find myself turning to look for him or expecting to see him and I miss his absolute delight at being reunited with me, every time I walked through a door, even if I’d only been gone a few minutes.
We originally rescued him because our other boy was grieving so badly for our previous dog and wasn’t coping with being an only dog at all. This time, our older lad was here when his friend died (he had a massive seizure and died in my arms at home) seemed to understand and has coped much better. He definitely grieved, but he’s now loving being a spoiled only dog and we have decided we won’t be getting another while we still have him. It wouldn’t be fair on him at his age. When we do, we have chosen a completely different, new breed to us and for the first time in decades, it won’t be a rescue. I just need a different experience this time - not to take on another complex, high-needs rescue. I’m 100% certain we will rescue again, just not this time.
I’m in touch with a lovely breeder, who has put me on her list for a pup, but knows it may not be for a couple of years (hopefully). I know he’s already a good age for a big dog, but find myself clinging on to the hope that we may have a few more years with him and know I have become hypervigilant about his health since we lost our other boy.
First dog walk of the new year this morning felt very strange, moving into another year without my boy.