Our house was horribly silent when we lost Oscar, and we needed a new baby. We looked
for a black & white, but there seemed to be none, but we did find a tri-colour boy.
It seemed fate, he was born almost to the day we lost Oscar – so the decision was
made.
We went to choose him and all was well, we were so excited. But when we went to pick
up him we were told he had “a bit of a cold”.
Life can be very cruel, and it transpired that we were lied to and that he in fact
had a congenital liver shunt. He was our baby and we would do absolutely anything
for him, but the specialists said he was not an operable puppy and did we want him
put to sleep. The specialists told us maybe we would have him 3 days/3 weeks/3 months
but probably not 3 years.
He was not in any pain, so he could enjoy his life with us, wrapped in love and affection.
Armed with a very strict diet regime and a daily dose of Lactulose he managed very
well. He was never a whirlwind, but he enjoyed his days and lived pretty much a normal
life.
He left the UK and came to live in Crete with us in 2009 – he loved his Mediterranean
lifestyle – snoozing in the shade on his sun bed and going for a walk late in the
evening.
He lived for 6 years, and even though we knew he would never be a pensioner, the
hurt is no less. Alfie is buried in our garden in Vamos where we can talk to him
and tell him our news.
Sleep peacefully, our baby XXXX
