After the mishaps of the last two weeks, Mossie was on the mend. No more bandaged paws. A good evening walk, a tasty dinner, followed by a sleep in front of the fire looking after The Tall One and his MBNAD woman. Grand, as he would say.
On Friday morning, he lay in bed and just wanted his MBNAD woman to sit close by and stroke him. Tests and a scan showed that he had a tumour on the spleen which was bleeding. His Little Dark One came home. In the late afternoon, with all the people who loved him by his side, he closed his eyes and was gone. Gentle, stoic, loving and true.
Huna'n dawel, heno, huna.
Suo Gan - Lullaby
"Night night, Mossie."
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Don't Look Now
8 years ago
2 comments:
Dear sweet lovely Mossie. Now you can run like the wind and be young again. I never got to stroke your coat but I feel like I knew you very well and you were an inspiration, thank you.
MBNAD Woman, thank you for sharing Mossies story but most of all thank you for rescuing Mossie, so many older dogs get passed by, let alone older working dogs. You did a grand thing in our opinion! And Mossie had a wonderful retirement, full of love and happiness, I'll miss him very much. x
Thank you for your very kind words about Mossie. Days are long and the house is empty but everyone has been so kind. I did know that he was an old boy when he arrived and I commented to someone on New Year's Eve that, whatever happened, he was the best thing that had happened to my life in the last couple of years. He was such a joy to have around and, from the day that he arrived, always gave so much love back. Unconditionally. When he came to me, he had been rescued in Ireland. He had been bullied by the young dogs and so was chained up. Some of his teeth were broken from trying to bite through the chain. The farmer was about to take him up the field to shoot him when someone spotted him and took him to the rescue centre. He wouldn't even go indoors in the portakabin at the rescue centre. When he arrived, he was frightened to eat his breakfast on the very first morning and was looking for someone else to come in to take it from him. But from that first morning, he hugged himself against me and, as he said, we became an item.
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