Thanks for all the thoughts guys and girls. I don;t mind admitting that I found yesterday very difficult. I managed to hold it together for Soli, keeping his tail wagging right till the end.

But after that, I fell to bits.

It's amazing how much we get emotionally involved with an animal. I grew up on a farm and back then, my father would shoot a dog if it didn't carry it's weight. Nothing was thought of it. But, pet ownership is a different thing to having a working dog. Living with an animal for nearly ten years, develops strong emotional bonds. I think it would be impossible not to!
I used to refer to Soli as my Million dollar dog. Well......he cost me a bomb to keep alive over the years. First his triple eyelids had to have cosmetic surgery, then he had a double lip in his mouth which went the same way. After that I hoped all the financial pain might go, but not long after, he managed to chew up an irigation pipe, which contained a gate valve with a thick rubber O-ring in it. He managed to swallow it whole. Two weeks, two operations and 6K later, he was back home again a little light on, but alive. He then got ear mites, then kennel cough and finally, his little heart gave out. So all in all, the little bugger has had a tough run throughout his life. The fact that he was one of 4 pups to survive from a little of 14, I thought he might have been bullet proof and hoped he wouldn't inherit his mums heart issues. But, in the end, it got him. Where as, His buddy Strika, hasn't cost me a cracker!! He really is bullet proof. Grey hair...yep, losing body muscle...yep, going deaf...yep, but still as active and on the ball as he always was and without a medical hiccup in his 13 years!!!
While I was sick last year, he and Strika, were at my side constantly once I got home from hospital. I'd often wake up and there right in front of me, with his chin resting on the bed, would be Soli. Just watching me and making sure I was OK. (Or maybe he was hoping I would feed him....he was a food pig!!

) That's the sort of stuff I'm going to miss. But now, my main focus will be making sure that Strika doesn't suffer the loss too much. He is a little older than Soli (13 this year) and we had him before we had Phoebe (Soli's mum). We got the 2nd dog to keep Strika company, as he hates being on his own. So I intend trying to spend as much time with him as I can. I'm going to go grab him today and take him for a walk down to the beach. It's going to feel odd, walking one dog after all these years

"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me" Hunter S. Thompson.
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