I am so sorry to tell you that we lost our wonderful cockerpoo Monty last month. He was only 10 years old and much loved by all his friends.
The only fault he had was he did not like deliveries. Our lovely Sam, who is our postie, could not get in the gate if Monty was about and even he nearly shed a tear when I broke the news to him.
Monty was the most adaptable of animals. He came with us everywhere and sort of knew what you did next. I have woken with Monty curled up behind my knees for years. He did not jump up till all the lights were out, but he was always there in the mornings.
The house is rather quiet and I can’t tell you how often we reach for Monty’s lead when we go anywhere. He was always pleased to come along for the ride. He even accompanied me to stitching weekends, where he enjoyed making friends with Cross Stitch Guild members.
What I can tell you is that he died in my arms, very peacefully after doing what we called whispering in my ear. I have cleared away his things but, for now, I am refusing to clean the paw prints off the back door.
