Wendy,
You have just had me bawling my eyes out....
Clowny reminds me of my first dog Dusty. She was a beautiful black cocker which grew up with myself and my two brothers. I was 12 when we got her, brothers 9 and 6 and she was the best dog.
I remember when my 6yo brother picked up and dropped her down the inside stairs. Up she got, shook herself and pottered off. She had such tolerance that girl.
When my father had her put down (about 4 years ago) he was the only one there. My mum was overseas and I had left home and never knew about it. He said he cried and it was like losing a part of our lives and a very important part of the family. He also lost a part of our childhood. Dusty was 14 when she was put to sleep.
My father rang me that night to inform me of our loss and invited me over for the weekend. At that stage I had Mai and she was about 10months old so I think that helped the grieving process, having a bouncy, naughty black and white cocker around.
No dog ever replaces another but puppies help the grieving
There will never be another Clowny or Dusty but we will have other personalities to love and who will love us twice as much.
Holly
(who has been sprung crying at work)