Foxey.
That's Foxey on the right. He's a super dog who is now almost 13.
He's my companion and he listens to my ramblings every day without answering
back. He's had cancer twice and has survived two operations, one very recently.
He's waiting now to go for his walk. Hope he's around for a while yet. He's a
lovely gentle creature who loves the grandchildren.
Well, today, 24th February 2003, my old mate Foxey has gone to join his mates in the great dog's home in the sky. He was 13 years and 4 months old. No doubt he's now sitting by Ann's side along with the other mongrels. RIP my old mate.