You'll remember from a few blogs ago how I told of my best friend and neighbours' Doberman being of ill health? Tarot has since passed away. I have never seen my mate Liz so distraught. I felt it for her housemate, Tam, too, who helped look after the dogs. I think we both were trying to be brave for her sake, but I still felt totally lost. I was by her side the second I was told. He was a remarkable dog with boundless love and friendliness. The biggest example ever of 'bark worse than it's bite' for he truly was a gentle giant.
On Saturday I doggie sat her other Doberman, Tealc, while she and Tam fetched Tarot's ashes. It's amazing how animals sense when life's not the same. He lay up in the settee, not interested in playing and it took around 2 hours of encouragement to get him to spend some sun in the garden with me. All he wanted was his friend and owners back.
When they did return a few hours later, I held Tarot in his oak and gold urn for a few minutes and said my goodbye's. Bereavement will now take it's course. But I can't say enough how much this gorgeous canine was adored and cared for along life's difficult journeys.
Sadly, these are all the only pictures of me with him that my son Adam took on his camera-phone thingy a couple of years ago one doggie sitting session. I can still feel the sloppy countless kisses on me yet! Bye Bye big guy!