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Friday, November 24, 2006

As some of you may know, we live in a seriously animal filled house.
Well, recently, Tess, probably the sweetest poochy you could ever hope to meet, had become ill, being sick quite frequently. The vet said it was largely down to her age, and that her kidneys were starting to fail, but that she probably had a reasonable ammount of time left.
Unfortunatly, in her weakened condition, her hind legs gave out on her, after which she declined rapidly.
I sat up with her for most of monday night, as she was having a rough time and getting quite distressed, and by tuesday evening, the family decided unanimously that as she wasn't going to get any better, it would be wrong to let her try and struggle on.
So around 6 o'clock we took her to the local vet, who's known her for years, and he helped her to slip away peacefully.

a dog called Tess

We miss you hugely Tess. A pooch in a million.



Needless to say, we've all been very upset, and Andrea, who's had her for 15 years is absolutely heart broken.
So, knowing full well that it's impossible to replace Tess, but also that something was needed to fill the huge dog shaped hole in the house, Andrea and I went to the local dog sanctuary this afternoon.
The idea was that we'd just look at adult dogs of around a year or so old, without actually intending to bring one home. Once there, we looked along the line of kennels, and though there were a couple that were nice, they didn't really shout out to us "I'm your dog!"
Now when we arrived, the guy who was taking us around had asked if we wanted a puppy, as they had one left from a litter, but we'd said no, we wanted something older. However, for the sake of completeness, just before we left, we decided to take a look at said puppy anyway.
You know... as we wakled up to the cage/hennel he was in, he came running up to the bars, and the instant we saw him, we knew, this was our dog.
So, welcome Max (aka Max Poopy, as he produces maximum poopage), the cutest little Staffy cross.
a dog called Max

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