I was going to tell you about her death, but I’ve decided to tell you about her life - in pictures - which was lived, to the full, right up to her last breath. This post is too long for email so please go to Substack to view it. So, Alfa’s life in pictures, working backwards:
Alfa The Flying Dog
A lovely lady called Roxana in Romania rescued Alfa from the streets where she had been injured. She came to England in January 2013 and I picked her up from the motorway services and took her home. The rest is history. I have lost a loyal, faithful, funny, loving, mad, joyful, smart, sensitive, indomitable companion, constantly by my side for nearly 12 years and I can never be the same again. It doesn’t get any easier; in fact it gets exponentially harder and this time there is a gaping hole in my soul through which a chill wind is blowing the withered leaves of autumn, and I’m having difficulty at this point imagining that there will come a spring.
Sending you huge hugs. She looks to have been a lovely character - I particularly like the aerial photos and the bonkers water-trough snap.
How lucky she was to have found you - and how lucky you, to have been changed by her presence.
This too shall.pass. Spring *will* come, and she will always be leaping in your heart x
beautiful pictures, beautiful dog. She lived a very good life and she had you to thank for that. And you had her to thank for that. You had each other. There is a level of trust and love and devotion a dog has for her human companion that is unlike anything else. I'm so very sorry for your loss.