We had to say goodbye to Zach yesterday, he was nearly 15 years old, we used to laugh that he was blind, deaf, lumpy and grumpy, but even the day before he was cavorting round my daughters bedroom, enjoying a good wriggle and scratch…then he woke up Sunday morning and his back legs wouldn’t work.
I got Zach (or Zachary to give him his Sunday name!) when I was first divorced, so he was with me through the hard times and the good times that followed. He knew when I was upset, just sitting quietly with me, and I never had any doubt that he would defend me to the hilt. He was my little black shadow, following me everywhere, never more than a few steps away.
When he was younger he loved sitting behind me on my chair as I sat at my sewing machine, as he got older he sat under my sewing table, often getting covered by whichever quilt I was sewing. Over the last few months I made him a bed from an old quilt on the landing so he could see me sewing from a comfortable spot whilst he snoozed.
Zachs timing was perfect yesterday, my daughter happened to be up for the weekend, my son was around, so when the vet came he slipped away peacefully surrounded by his family.
The end of an era.