Our family had Howie for fifteen years. Yesterday the vet came and Howie went to doggie heaven. It’s sad to lose a family member but he had a peaceful end. It is kinder for the animal, hard for the family. Our cat Sparky, the Burmese ,sat on the roof and watched the vet carefully…just in case…I heard him say. Today Sparky went to the spot in the garden where Howie used rest …always at the ready to pounce on strangers. Sparky, who is 18 months old, has spent most of the day looking in all the places Howie used to frequent, and calling for him. Our animals are precious and can teach us much about life and caring for others. RIP Howie.
Howie our dog
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Howie was a beautiful family friend. I remember waking up one morning whilst staying with you Elise and finding Howie’s face resting on the blankets a few centimetres from my face, waiting for me to wake up and pat him.