I got a call from the vet on Wednesday to say my big beautiful beast Bobs, had been taken into them and was in a really bad way.
I was in total shock, as only an hour & half earlier, he'd had some chicken and headed back out.
The vet said he was the prognosis wasn't good, they could try and work on him but it wasn't looking good. He was in an oxygen tent and struggling to breathe. I made the heart wrenching decision to not prolong his suffering.
I am absolutely devastated, I brought him home yesterday & put his ashes in the cupboard with my dog Daisy & his bro Ginger.
I received the same call about Ginger in May, when I was away and am in shock that it's happened again and so soon.
I adopted them 4 and a half years ago, they got me through the depression of losing my dog, helped me survive Covid, I live alone, and I just cannot fathom that I don't have either of them here anymore.
Ginger was killed by an electric van in May, and people helped him but Bobs was found at the side of the road by a vet nurse, whoever hit him just left him.
It's less than 200m from my house and outside a school.
They both should have been safe so I'm going to channel my heartbreak into trying to get some road calming measures in place.
I miss him so much, he was so nervous when he came to me but soon settled in, he ate squirrels, caught pigeons and would do anything for wet food.
My last memory is of him scratching to be let in & me giving him chicken and a good scratch.
RIP my beautiful Bobs