Hi everyone, today’s post is a sad and unexpected one. Yesterday my beautiful baby boy Toby passed away and I am distraught. I won’t go into any details as it’s still so fresh but I just miss him so much. He was the best dog and even our other two (Bella and Nina) knew that π€£. Toby was a gentle soul, he loved to play fetch and would forever be bringing me toys to kick and throw whilst I was cooking. I’m going to miss that alongside all else.

I can’t believe he’s gone, he was only 10 and I was just thinking the other day that he had a few more years ahead of him but no. He was loved from the bottom of our hearts and so adored, I hope he knew that. His nose was always the perfect kissing temperature and he’d grunt if I kept kissing him π. Life won’t be the same without our Toby and his quirks that filled up the house which feels so empty without him. I still can’t believe he’s gone but he’s with us in spirit and will always be in our hearts.
This was a horrible start to the year but one thing we keep saying is that he had a really nice Christmas with us (he sneakily unwrapped some presents I got for my sister and I had to re-wrap them π) and a good life before that where he was showered with love. I want to do something in his memory but I don’t know what yet, since seeing in the new year I’ve been making mocktails and I made some for us last night and we all clinked glasses in Toby’s memory but it’s not enough. I suppose nothing will feel like it though as he was everything and really spurred on the other two who we will continue to treasure, they miss him dearly.
To the boy who had many nicknames: Tobes, The Tobemeister, Mr Man, Tobias Tobini, Mr Tumbles and let’s not leave out Tobias Prenderghast (I have no idea where that one came from π), you will never be forgotten. I love you so, so much and you taught me a lot. I remember realising that I could measure whether I loved anything up against you so I knew where I stood with things and all through his life I’d squeeze his paw three times to say ‘I love you’ like my dad used to do when he’d walk me to nursery. It’s the little things that stay with you and amount to much more. Toby was a small dog but he was oh so powerful. Pets really are a part of the family and you become so attached to them because you’re all they know and they are all you want to hold on to. I’m crying now so I’ll stop. Goodbye Toby, fly high little man πππ

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