'bye Tash

For the last three years I have been collecting my workmate, The Boy, from his house in the morning, and delivering him back home at night.
He has a Staffie-cross Collie, called 'Tasha, a wonderfully friendly bouncy ball of fun.

Every morning I pull up outside his house and her head appears above the garden fence, and there is an explosion of snorting, huffing, panting and gruffing, and violent shaking which reveals itself, on closer inspection, to be the tail trying to wag itself free of the body. Apparently 'Tash can spot my car from the sounds of all the others that pass by, and she immediately runs outside to say Hi, and bring me a toy to throw.

Before I go I have to bend over the fence and get my *kiss*, which is a combination of a lick, a punch in the nose from her nose, and a rub of the nose with her teeth.

Except this morning.

Tash was nowhere to be seen. The Boy came out and told me to leave him, as Tash wasn't very well, his parents were on holiday, and he was going to take her to the vets.

Then at 11 I got a text.

*Gaz. I'm sorry to text bad news mate, but Tash broke her back falling down stairs. I've just left the vet. She's had to be put to sleep."

Good bye, Tash. Sweet dreams. I'll miss our kisses.

Oh how very sad

Run free at the bridge Tash xxx

At least I waited until I got home to cry. Which is a silly thing for a big fifty year old bloke to do...Meh...

Ah how sad.
Run free Tash.
xxx

R.I.P Tash.

Oh what a horrible shock, what a sad thing to happen whilst her owners were away and awful for your work mate.

That is so sad.
RIP Tash.

I'm so sorry, poor Tash, what an awful thing to happen, I'm not surprised that you cried, she sounds a wonderful girl.

Run Free Tash
xx

No it's not.....

Run free Tash xxx

awww no how horrible...

Run free tash!!! you will always be memorable!