Don't say...you ever forget your first dog.
I let out a short and unexpected 'man-cry' at a function at the Charleville Races in 2002 (and no I wasn't dr*nk, well, not THAT time) when I found out Buddy, my dalmatian of 10 years had to be put down.
Then 6 months later our other dalmatian, Cori was accidently killed.
I have no time for melancholy - and so life goes on.
It was time for another unanticipated 'man-cry' on the weekend when we recieved word that one of Cori's pups (pictured) had died.
Her name was Rosie, 10 years of age, they adored her and lived a charmed life with large family on a wonderful Western property.
Here's to Buddy, Cori and Rosie.
November 2, 2008 at 11:55 AM
My godfather, it's like Rosie has human eyes.
I remember Buddy going for swims in the Warrego - Buddy, Cori, Rosie all beautiful dogs and hard to replace.