Saying goodbye to Velcro
May 6, 2011Last Saturday we lost our nine-year-old basset hound Velcro after a long battle with a faulty heart valve. She was a beautiful, loving dog, and most people who know me have at some point met her or heard of her.
Life since has been incredibly hard. I only knew Velcro for the last three years of her life but she turned round my fear of dogs into love, gave me rhythm, shared a lot of unconditional love and made me a very happy person. Obviously she liked to sneeze and fart and roll in fox poo, as dogs do, and I’ll miss those things too. Things are quieter now, too quiet. No claws tapping on the wooden floor, no howly yawns, no sleepwoofing, no wagging her tail against the radiator. It’s going to take a long time to get used to.
I know she’s busy chasing squirrels and rolling around in nice smells in her dreams. We’re missing you, lady V.




























