One last walkies
Turning around to see where my little shadow was, I laughed.
‘Come on Monty, you slow coach,’ I said, waiting for him to catch up.
I’d had my eight-and-a-half year old apricot-coloured Labradoodle since he was just a puppy, and the two of us did everything together.
He wasn’t just a dog, he was family.
My wife Luanne, 55, and kids Josh, 30, and Sophie, 21, felt the same.
We all adored Monty.
He’d always been an incredible companion – so affectionate, intelligent, loyal, and so sociable too.
But I’d noticed recently he’d started lagging behind on our walks, and he seemed a bit lethargic.
It wasn’t like him, but I put it down to his age.
But when Sophie came home from university for Christmas in 2019, she was concerned
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