Over the last few weeks I have been conscious of how quickly the aging process has taken over our friend, confidant and family member Chuck. Chuck
is was a 13 1/2 year old Golden Retriever and became a member of our family when he was nothing more than a 6 week old bundle of fluff.
When we moved from our farm and headed south Chuck became a huge fan of the beach that is found at the end of the road on which we live. There he became a puppy again, this time ‘putting up’ the seagulls and even trying to hold a conversation with a wayward seal or two.
Once I opened our shop from our home Chuck became a bit of a welcoming committee (along with Polly, our very noisy Foxy).
Polly has been outside a number of times just wandering around looking for him, and Trouble, one of our two cats finally got put outside at 4 this morning after she was roaming the house meowing for her friend.
I apologise for this post being so long and without a mention of sewing. DH has lost his ‘buddy’ but I’ve lost a friend. Our gentleman Chuck has left us and it’s all just too sad.