So lucky to have our Bobby dazzler
Every day is a bonus with Bobby.
Last March he suffered what was thought to be a stroke. A week later, he was taken for a follow-up vet visit, where we expected him to be put to sleep.
The experienced hand of our vet, Mr Mitchell, decided to try 'one more thing'. Since that day Bobby staged a comeback worthy of Hulk Hogan in his day, and we have appreciated every slobbery lick.
Bobby is a thoroughbred King Charles Spaniel runt, and beside his specimen half-brother he has always appeared to be the one with an uphill struggle.
However, a series of abnormalities from head to toe didn't stop him loving us all to bits.
On the contrary. Bobby walks side-saddle due to bad hips, but to see that sidewards tail wag as his big brown love bulbs look at you would lift anyone's day.
Another funny side effect of his dodgy hips is his trouble dismounting from couch or bed. He has to be lifted up on to almost everything now.
His landings are more Greatest American Hero than Super-Man with each dismount a lottery, as to how he lands. Either way, he always rights himself and proceeds with joy and happiness on to his next adventure, seeking out a cold floor, marble fireplace, or shower upon which to lie.
Bobby loves everyone, especially children, with every irregular beat of his heart. When he was younger and more mobile, it was common for local children to call and ask to walk our two dogs, with a row invariably as to who would get Bobby.
Bobby sleeps a lot more now than he used to, but still loves to wake for his daily walk, where he stays at heel, and his 'brothers', now numbering three, go bananas in the green expanse of whatever park they get to.
Slow and steady wins the race for him. He knows he has heart failure. Failure only to pump, not to love.
Bobby has been in our house for as long as we have had a house.
As one of twins we had originally, he was like a roving gargoyle, protecting the household from the evil spirits of post workers and neighbouring dogs. We are very grateful for his protection!
Like his half-brother, he snores like a foghorn. We don't hear it any more, but it's the first thing visitors notice.
I suppose we shall hear it when he no longer is there to snore.
Until then, we have been given a lucky break, and we will not forget it.
Finest hour: Lazarus impression, March 2017
Likes: His teddy, cold surfaces and chicken
Dislikes: Getting woken up to go to bed
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