Anne and Rob lost Holly on December 4, 2018.
There is so much I could tell about Holly, sturdy, joyful, inquisitive, tender, gentle, utterly faithful. She would sleep close to me for a few hours before going off to her own bed. How many times I’ve thought how impossible it is to describe the sensation of sleeping cuddled up to a dog. It is total trust and symbiosis. I mean, who would sleep so peacefully with someone you don’t trust?
Even when I was ill, Holly simply hopped onto the bed, layed down beside me and didn’t move again. I could just feel her breath on my neck, knew she was there and would stay with me. Whenever life threw something nasty at me, she would sense it and come and comfort me the way doggies do, bless them. She couldn’t solve the problem, but she helped me face it better.
Together my husband and I welcomed Holly into our lives when she was just two months old.
Yesterday [December 4, 2018], just before dawn, my dog Holly died.She had been with me for nearly 16 years. Holly lived a very good life: healthy, active, loved beyond belief.
She was out and about right up to her last few days, much luckier than many dogs who lie there for months before being finally released from pain and suffering.
Now it’s my husband and I who are suffering.