Tomorrow we part with Otter or Terry or just the gorgeous shiny boy.
The bendy banana from Spain is moving on and up – up to Aberdeen. Though he has been with us less then a month he leaves with a piece of each of our hearts.
Padding round the house he gets involved with everything, picking up a sock and carrying through to the middle the room, eating a little bite of kindling when setting the fire. If not Terry, or Otter or Paddy – the perfect name would have been “shadow” as he is never more than half a step behind – filling the washing machine he’s there, making a cup of coffee – hello! guess who is eyeballing and wagging, cooking, yes he likes to get involved there too.
When undressing at night he may wander off with a sock, take it for a wee tour round the living room, then deliver it back. Showering in the morning he will sit outside the bathroom and wait, rewarding you with a huge bright smile as you emerge deeply depressed at having seen your reflection in the full length mirror.
He is a joyful hound.
Every moment of every day he engages fully with every little thing. He is grateful to be alive and savouring every moment.
A life lesson for us all.
Even writing this I have tears in my eyes and that feeling in my gut. Tomorrow will be hard. Hard for us to say goodbye, I just don’t want him to feel our affection has been insincere in any way. It’s because we love the daft crater we are parting with him and we are happy knowing the joy he will bring to his forever family – though I will have large g&t and a bubble when I return home without his cheeky chops and watch out sausage dog Charlie Chorizo you will be cuddled ’til you squirm.