Ladies and Gentlemen,
With your permisson I would just like to tell you that today I had to have my favourite Lurcher 'Poppey' put to sleep. A rapid acting bone cancer had taken hold before we had time to even notice. She bore the pain without complaint and did not bother us with her own problems. On her last walk along the riverside she scented for foxes and mink and her steely eyes looked along the tree line for Grey Squirrels a hunter to the end. I gave her a hunters send off and drank a fine Malt Whiskey and toasted her memory and remembered her many hunting exploits.
She will sit at the fireside now of a great hunting lodge in the company of other great hunters Hound, Hawk and Human.
It may sound daft to some, but that dog was everything to me and she will be sorely missed.
Thank you for listening.
Kind Regards Beowulf, Steve.F