This is is probably my least favourite post I`ve ever done - and the very last photo of Bundas, chewing a piece of wood next to the furnace.
Bundas got put down yesterday afternoon. Her condition got worse, so we had to make the decision. It was the saddest thing leaving for work (also saying a final good-bye) in the afternoon, then coming home at night and finding emptiness at her spot. :`(
I still remember the day I took her home in my arms ten years ago: It was snowy and cold. I knew the cousin of my mum had puppies, and mum found them very cute. I went and brought a 3months old B home for her birthday. It was for myself to be honest...not having a dog for 4 months after the previous one, Alex (a brown dachshund) died of a dog attack was very bad. She spent her first days hiding under the car in the garage (That place continued being her favourite hiding spot ever since -especially the lower shelf of dad`s work desk) but eventually she discovered that we were nice, and even had some snow-fun after few days.
I think Colin misses her too. He wasn`t even sleeping in the dog-house (Bundas hardly ever let him in though) last night, and all the blankets were torn out of it. He was also very keen to get in the garage this morning in case he would find her there.
This morning, it was so strange not having our morning ritual of greeting and cuddle parties, we used to have every day, as I first stepped out the door. There was also no one asking for treats or walks with those caramel coloured eyes and cheekiness. I mean, Colin is cute and all that, but all he wants to do is play fetch and if you don`t do it he just keeps barking. Plus, one does not simply cuddle Colin.