I thought I too would die when I received the news that you had died on the operating table. I picked you out at only a few days old, the ‘runt’ of the litter of 8 black greyhound puppies. I planned on loving you and looking after you until forever. You were 6 months 3 weeks and 5 days old ( I counted every day). I am shattered beyond belief, a piece of my heart I cannot replace has been lost. Im so glad you spent the last night in my bed ‘face palming’ me and pointing that long greyhound snozz into my neck, what I wouldn’t giver to have you do that again. Missing you so much I feel sick. I love you so much Snozz. ‘My little ‘strawberry thief’.
On April 27, 2020