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My boy Crixus.

18th August, 2021.
11 years old - He had a good run.
Lymphoma.
Fairly quick decline, though not painful.
When he was diagnosed, he got visits, pats and walkies from all the people he loved, and all the people food and treats in the world before he became symptomatic.

First dog myself and Spal ever had all the way from puppyhood through to the end.
I am feeling a different level of pain and emptiness than I have ever before.

He was, in every way like our "trainee child" and he ended up being an amazing, tolerant, and gentle big brother to River (who is smashed by this) - I thanked him for this, in one of our recent talks.

I love animals...I remember all of mine...and there's just this inescapable fact that when they leave, some of us goes with them...they make our lives so much more worthwhile though.

Give your dogs and cats and whatever elses, some love and hugs.