Being an old timer can be a good time for our best friend if we give them love and care. Old age has it's own special memories. In October 2015, we lost one of our old friends. Rembrandt the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel moved to a more comfortable place. Long may he roam on the foreshores, parks, meadows and mountains he has missed as he grew older; along with Shakespeare and Bronte, close mates of his generation that went before him.
He will be missed. By his human family. By his dog family. By his friends. By our friends. By Tom and Bob, our dear vets from Wynnum Manly Veterinary Hospital. By kids who stopped to pat him, and parents that looked on and smiled. By the people at the dog cafe. By the postie. By the council (although it's been a while since he got out). By those who brought an escape artist wandering down the street back to us. By those he beat in a dress up competition at the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Day when I cut up a big Pal bag and made a hasty costume for him. He'll be missed in the morning when I would bend down and gently pat my ageing friend; during the day when I took out moments for kindness as his body was failing; and in the evening when I tried to make him comfortable for bed despite his aches and pains and laboured breathing. Rembrandt, will will miss you our friend.
I'm sure glad we took the time to "make a photo" as the Europeans say. In doing so, we have "made a memory". We now have some wonderful photographs by which to remember Rembrandt hanging on the wall in our home.