In 2007 I was in a dark place, with Clinical depression, Had not left my house for over 6 months. My wife came back one day placed this bundle on my lap and said now you have to go out,

The bundle was a King Charles Cavalier, (Blenheim) we called him Whisky, If I am honest I resented him at first, then after just a few days my Wife said that's the first smile I have seen for months. I began to look forward to our walks, we would go down the field and play hide and seek, chase each other around the trees, My Life was full, he liked nothing better than, scratching at my leg at night, so i would go down on the floor next to him, where he would bury his head in my arms and promptly fall asleep.

He gave so much love, every one loved him especially the children.

Near the end, we knew it was near time and had arranged for the vet to call and give him peace, we both dreaded it, I knew I did not want to let him go, He had saved my life, and here was I taking his away even though i knew it was the correct thing. 

I had left the room for two minutes and when i came back in he had managed to get out under the table in his favourite spot, I just saw him draw his last breath,

He meant so much, and I am finding it even now 3 months since his passing so very very hard to get over, I cry nearly every day.

My Wife and I are OAPs, we still have two others who we love, But Whisky will forever be in our hearts What hurts most is that he died within 6 months to the very day of his Sister Tara, another so very dearly loved