A Very Sad Obituary

‘Is there a way I can find you? Is there a sign I should know? Is there a road I can follow? To bring you back home – To me’ (enya)

My fingers hesitate over the keyboard and I stop to wipe away tears. At 1230 this morning my precious Nigel breathed his last breath. He thankfully died in his sleep in his bed – no suffering and he had been playing with a dog called Poppy all yesterday morning.

My brave little fellow has accompanied me almost everywhere for 17 years and now he has gone! My fondest memory is a night when I was having a weep over a movie he put his front paws on my knees and cocked his head to the side and in his doggy way asked me if I was alright? He was always concerned that I was alright.

Vale you kooky mut! Your Mum loves you to the moon and back and will never forget you.