Hello dear friends & readers,
Yesterday we had to say goodbye to a very, very special friend,
our dear Mr Big Fat Fluffy (aka Mr Wolf/Nero)
He would've turned 15 in June so he was a good age,
but we are all So Very, very sad today
Nero came to live with us at just over a year old
He had had a Very Important Job. . .
he had been a Police Dog
And the reason he came to live with us was because at 1 & a bit they could tell he was going to grow up to be Huge
And they have to be able to throw them over fences in the line of work - quite frankly I could imagine a few slipped discs trying to throw the big fat fluffy over a fence !!!!!!!
|Throw Me ??? Over the fence??? Good luck !!!|
His name was Milo, which my boys changed to Nero
but over the years he became Mr Wolf as so many people would say "he looks just like a Wolf"
somewhere along the way he became Mr Fluffy or simply "the fluffy"
He didnt care, he answered to any name . . .
I always knew he was a great part of my day to day life
but I could never have comprehended what a Huge gap he would leave
He was always there beside me, whatever I was doing
|"so what do you think Mum - should we try gardening today?? Or just rest up??"|
even during crafty pursuits . . .
|"I think its best if we dry the flowers first Mum"|
"supervising" & watching over whatever I did
And I too, looked after him, & like to think we gave him a very good life while he was with us