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Dogs have always been my favourite people, there are more pictures of lost canine loves on my walls than people, alive or dead. They are an endless source of unconditional love.
I've been totally dogless, and bereft, since my last baby left me on the 6th of August last year.
Possum was a rescue girl, a beautiful Jack Russell/Chihuahua whose previous human had died when she was 10, my previous boy Poo(a Tenterfield Terrier) had passed 6 months before at the age of 17 and we both needed some "sugar".
We had 6 good years together, but Possy developed dementia, she was starting to respond to meds but was still forgetful and would occasionally get lost in the yard.
I was working on my car one afternoon and for the first time EVER I had been careless and left the yard gate open.
By the time I noticed, it was far too late, she had gone for a wander and fell into the house dam with her thick winter coat on.
I know it probably sounds a bit pathetic to some, but it nearly ended me, the guilt on top of the grief was really toxic combination, I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, killing a loved one who is also your only companion in the world can really do a number on your mind.
This is the longest I've ever been dogless and even though I know there are hundreds in need of adoption, cowardice has prevented me so far, a selfishness which adds an extra loading of guilt.
Below is how I like to remember Possy, in her prime, sitting in her favourite spot, on Dad's lap in the car.
