It’s 2am and I can’t sleep. Yesterday – well day before yesterday I suppose – morning our beloved dog Ziggy died suddenly of a heart attack while he was happily running up the hill towards us. To help me deal with the grief, I have just written this…
The happy, but slightly demanding look on his face when he’d sit, pushing his back to you with his head in the air wanting a fuss.
The child-like guilty expression when I’ve come home unexpectedly and caught him lying on my side of the settee.
The daft, but annoying grin he had when he got over-excited about MacDonalds.
The absolute love and adoration in his eyes with his cuddles with Chris.
The funny sideways, but not-quite-looking-at-you looks he’d do when he was watching what you were up to – if he was suspicious you were going out or going to the kitchen to get chocolate.
The way he’s prick his ears up and look interested and curious when he wanted to play with the cats, but wasn’t sure how to.
The smug looks he gave me when I’d told him not to do something, but Chris had given in – usually getting on the settee when he smelled.
The puzzled, but disgusted looks he’d turn round and give his bum when he’s done a particularly potent fart that had disturbed him.
His generally happy, and very handsome expression he’d have most of the time – especially when he had his family all together.
