Today's post is a bit of a hard one. Yesterday I got a phone call off my mum to tell me, our little Alfie, our family Westie had had to be put down. He had been a little under the weather for the last few months, although he hadn't really been in pain, he had stopped being able to eat properly, he couldn't climb the stairs or jump onto the bed or sofa, and his hearing was pretty bad. So when he started to have trouble walking yesterday my parents took him to the vets where they said his nervous system was starting to fail and it would be kinder to let him go.
He has been our family pet since I was 11, so even though I have lived away from home for the past 6 years, I still consider him my dog. He was the sweetest, cutest, funniest animal I have ever meet. He was 14 and had had an amazing life, being totally adored and spoilt by our entire family, neighbours and friends - who all loved him as much as we did. He had mannerisms that were almost human, and little character quirks that made him so comical and gave him such a distinctive personality. If you had ever meet him I assure you you would have loved him and remember him.
He was such a huge part of all our lives, and loved nothing more than to have a cwtch on the sofa (although if my dad was home the rest of us didn't get a look in usually). Walkies were a massive thing, every evening at 9:50pm, if dad was home, Alf would get up (some cases wake up, even) and start pestering dad, climbing all over him, nuzzling him, getting all excited. If dad said ok or got up Alf would dash to the living room door and sit there, or bounce around until some one opened the door and opened the bottom draw of the telephone table. He would then get his own lead out and put it at one of our feet to put it on, then sit at the front door with it in his mouth until Dad was ready to walk him. This became a little trick when we had guests.
We are all going to miss him hugely, but here are a few photos to show off just how pretty and cute he was.
He even dressed up for out wedding, and my family photos in the morning
He liked to sleep on the sofa
But kept a lookout on the garden incase of invading birds, cats or squirrels
He liked blankies and sleeping on my sisters bed.
Or under blankies on the sofa. He could often be found like this in the evening
Or like this!
When he got older he got carried about, a lot! He wash't a fan of the snow. He spent a lot of time in my sisters arms.
He wasn't actually to pleased with this christmas bandana
He was a bit of a poser! And loved the camera.
But most of all he loved to be comfy and cozy!
We'll miss you Alf and we'll never forget you. Love you always!
