18/07/2025
I have had the pure joy of walking Mya for over 14 years, from tiny puppy visits to the full blown Hoorah that was fondly known as the ‘Black n’ Knackered’. These Hoorah’s, which is the best description of a walk with Mya, as they were like watching a dogs pure celebration of life, she would never walk if she could run, never run if she could zoom! happened in woods, across mud filled ditches, stubble fields, tracks, rivers, ponds and ice covered puddles, always with a ball that had to be thrown as hard and far as possible, in later years, slightly more gently and lately, lightly tossed in the air so she could proudly carry her prize around with her and that was enough. I’ve watched her grow from a teeny puppy into an old lady. Today was my last day with Mya, kidney disease has wracked her poor body until there is barely anything left of her, only the total devotion and pure love of her owners, following a very strict diet, has given her the extra months she has enjoyed but the next few days will be her last. And so Mya, today I came for you one more time, I lifted you gently into the van and softly tossed you your ball in the wood, we slowly walked around the track you love so much, you were frail and stopped often to breath in the heady scents of summer and rest a little, I chatted away to you as we went, I had things to tell you, like how much I have always loved you, how beautiful you still are and how much fun (and a fair few headaches too) I have had with you and how I will never, ever forget you. We cuddled a lot! And I took you home and I gave you your favourite treat (and I extra just because)… my heart broke and when it did you gently licked my tears … you knew. And with that, my darling Mya, I quietly closed the door on our last Hoorah. Cary 💔
