A week after returning home to my lovely dog, he sadly passed away. Devastated was an understatement. Yet he managed to surprise me again.
All his Instagram followers posted memorials and said some lovely things as these people, dog people, had also been through the same feeling. Unlike some of my friends who couldn't understand why I was so upset over a dog. It's just a dog? Not only did his Instagram followers have kind words, friends from school and college that I hadn't spoken too or even thought about in years messaged me on Facebook apologising for my loss and how he was part of their growing up and what a wonderful dog he was.
I had friends from my travels message me saying how upset they were by my news. Finally, my family. My parents had broken up when I was young and there were a good few years neither side of my family talked to each other. My dog had been to my dad's house with me and was loved by their family, and weirdly enough, bought my family back together. When my mother and her husband went on holiday while I was away, they'd drop my dog to my dad's house for them to look after. This happened more and more until texts exchanged from my mother to my dad's wife changed from 'How's the dog doing? We'll pick him up tomorrow.' to 'Do you fancy going out for a drink as a thank you for looking after him?' That dog bought two sides of my family together while I was gone, waited for me to come back, and then put me in contact with friends I'd lost at home. Amazing….