Jimmie

by Shireen
(Wrexham, N.Wales )

I am still walking the same walk but need no lead or poo bags! I talk to his ghost... Come on Lafdo. Come on old man.

He was a rescue dog with an abused past. When we first saw him in an exercise pen he was shaking and he wet himself. I saw trouble but my husband saw a dog that needed love.

He was two when we adopted him, he was fifteen when he had a sudden illness and we had to make the decision all pet owners dread.

He distrusted everyone except us, and I know he loved us dearly, as we did him. Thank you, Jimmie, for many, many years of fun. Thank you for sharing your life with us. I'm missing you so much that it hurts really bad and I can't stop crying.

Goodbye baby xxxxx