It's a sad fact of life that nothing lasts for ever. This includes the life of my sister Beverley's cute little Schnauzer who died today.
Floss was born in Hong Kong, where Beverley, your great aunt, her husband Russell and three of their four children, Ben, Sam, and Tom (Annie was not yet born) were living at the time. She moved with them to various places before coming to London's St. Johns Wood. She was 14 years old, so as we say in Britain, she had a good innings.
She was a perky little thing in her youth, but had lost both her sight and hearing in her latter years. In spite of her old age, she was happy until the end. Of course, Beverley and the family are sad and will miss her, but they are fortunate to have recently had Rosie -- the subject of an earlier blog -- who is a wonderflully lively King Charles Spaniel, to help fill the void.
We become very attached to our pets. They represent wonderful and important parts of our lives. Every dog I have known gives nothing but love and pleasure to their owners. I adored our Cairn Terriers, Penny and Tuppy, from my childhood days in Stanmore.
Floss filled many people's hearts with love and joy. She leaves nothing but fond memories. May she rest in peace.
Grandpa Jonathan
Prague, Czech Republic
