Farewell To Gordon MacDonald
How do you say goodbye to your best mate? Someone you have spent the last eight years
hanging out with every day on the hill come rain or shine or on the sofa, in
the kitchen, first thing in the morning and last thing at night? It’s hard, that’s how, but last month I had
to say goodbye to Mac, who had reached his three score years and ten.
When your dog dies,
the whole family feels it and you can imagine that the Mac shaped hole in our
lives is a pretty big one. We all miss
him every day but me especially, as I work from home and spent the most time
with him. I was Mac’s person, the one he
liked to be with most of all and for him, as long as I was there the world was
alright. I’m glad I could be there for
him at the end and I know that this made it easier for him. I was there to hold his paw, so to speak,
when his moment came to leave this world.
In honour of his
passing I thought I would let you know why we all loved him so much. It’s a very personal tribute, but I hope it
will help those of you who have recently lost a canine pal of your own.
That nose: always
leading the way.
You could play a great game of hide and seek.
You were King of the Hill.
.
Most of all you were my special guy
Farewell to you Gordon MacDonald, dog of my heart.
May the wind be always at your back.
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