A few days ago we had to let go of our eldest dog Hudson. He was a great member of our family.
I remember when Paul and I went to pick him out of a litter up in Perth - each pup had different coloured collars on.
We got him a few months after we got back from Australia. I was still very much in the middle of recovery. Paul got himself a job and for a few years we went through the same routine :
Paul would get out of bed, get dressed and go to work. Hudson would come to the bed and I'd pull him up. He'd stick his nose under the duvet and would curl up at the back of my legs, and we'd both go to sleep. I'd always find it strange that he didn't have trouble breathing, but that was never an issue!
As he grew up, he got up to all sorts of mischief! Stealing raspberries from the garden was the best - he used to look totally innocent when doing it.
We bought another pup Morgan a few years later and Hudson was happy to live alongside him. At night, Hudson would curl up in his bed and Morgan would always get on top and make himself comfy!
Then in 2016, a little, crawling and crying lad appeared. The dogs were happy with him, despite the fact that he used to take their ears and twist them as far as they'd go. They both would let it happen, wince, but put up with it until Jack found something else to do...
As he got older, Hudson slowly turned from his gingery brown colour to grey. He got a sore eye, which was eventually taken out. You'd never know he only had one eye though, he got used to it very quickly. I remember Jack saying to me that if he wasn't sure which dog he was petting he'd just count the number of eyes and then he'd know!
Our house is now much quieter. We're all sad and Morgan is quiet too. Jack has asked me to paint a picture of Hudson that we can put on the wall. I'm going to start looking for a good photo to use.
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