My little mate, Rebel the cattle dog, had to be euthanased this morning because he was too sick to carry on.
He was 13 years old and his health had been failing for a while.
I can't help but cry, I wanted to say goodbye to him but he was living at my parents' place in Sydney and I just couldn't be there.
I will always remember how I taught him to carry the newspaper from the letterbox up to the back step of the house, he thought he was pretty clever. And I could never say "WALKS" otherwise he would go crazy with excitement. He used to carry his walking leash down to the front gate, drop it and then start whining and running around in circles. Daggy dog.
Good boy Rebel, you done well buddy.