
He's gone.
Can't believe it, that's why I'm able to do this post. I just can't get my head round the fact that my marvellous, most beautiful boy has gone. Even the vet said he was one of the nicest Staffies she'd treated.
ed's digging a grave for him, in the border I'd been making, Spuddy was helping me do it on Saturday, we sat on the steps there and had a bit of a lean and a cuddle together, Spud's big thing was being kissed and cuddled.
I'm going to put Ben and Louie's ashes in with him, they were both his best buddies.
I was never able to post a photo of him but he was a big strapping boy, red, with a white chest and white toes just like his mum, I brought him home in the same bed he was born in. At least he knew we were there when he went although he was sedated, he wasn't completely under, he had a good sniff at us and I kissed and cuddled him while he went to the Bridge.
Run fast and free with your mum, Louie , Ben and Monty, I loved you every second of every day of your life.
My boy, my love, my friend...Spud.