Meh, I would so click on it if I didn't have to go via twatfuck. Every time I make the mistake of logging on there, I get inundated with messages and requests from people I don't want to fuckin know. Just leave me alone you cunts!!!
Anyway, back on topic.
When I was born, my parents had a two year old black Labrador and border collie cross. They were a little apprehensive about how he would react when I took over the role as baby of the family. They had no need to worry - he sat by my cot all day long watching over me. Although he was never aggressive with humans, anyone coming close to my cot would get a cursory growl - just to let them know he was watching. I grew up with that dog. He put up with all the cruel shit that a toddler can bestow on an animal, never once turning on me.
When I was thirteen, he suddenly died of kidney failure. I cried for three days solid. The death of no other creature has caused that level of grief (except for our first child, but that's another story), including my parents.
My kids keep saying they want a dog, but I can't face it because nothing will ever replace him. I know that's selfish, but pets have the tendency to keep dying on you...
