A elegy for Robbie.

Today I am sad, a dear friend and companion has passed away. At fifteen he still had the aura of a young dog. Not a single grey hair to be seen and so strong, until Sunday morning. We set off for a short walk, but it was not to be, I carried him home, so tired was he. Yes the day before he was quiet, but I was unprepared for the sharpness of his decline. His coat shone like a beacon, his eyes still so loving, a gentle soul was he. Sadly missed but never forgotten. RIP Robbie…